There was little in the way of impact. The Wabbit and Lapinette found themselves in a pleasant beach bar. It was more than pleasant. Lapinette had to admit that. A voice hailed them from the Lepus. "Ahoy there!" called Jenny, "This be a deserted bar in the Med. It be having all mod cons for a holiday destination." Lapinette smiled. But she had not forgotten. "Where the market?" The Lepus answered. "There be an African gentleman along in a second carrying all your market needs upon his back." The Wabbit grinned. "Such as?" Jenny's voice echoed out. "Things for threading things to other things." The Wabbit laughed. "I need one of these things." Lapinette called out. "Anything else?" Jenny answered. "You may purchase any of the furniture before it be washed away. " The Wabbit was quick. "I want that table with all the drawers in the side." Lapinette hesitated. "Where will you put it?" "In my shed," came his reply. "Before it becomes driftwood," he added. "How much?" asked Lapinette. "Be making an offer," called Jenny. "Five euro," said Lapinette. "It be for charity," called Jenny. "Six euro," said Lapinette. "You be driving a hard bargain," said Jenny, "But how do you propose transporting it." Lapinette made a tutting noise, "On your ship." Jenny 's voice was soft. "There be shipping costs." The Wabbit put his oar in. "We wouldn't want to rock the boat." Jenny's voice came back at once. "These jokes be so fishy that I'll do it for free." "More than we can afford," quipped the Wabbit.
