Wednesday, July 09, 2025

The Wabbit goes to his Adventure Caffè

The team assembled at a shopping centre before going on to an Adventure Caffè. It was nearly lunchtime and the Wabbit felt peckish. He turned in the direction of the bars - all of which were outside. Restaurants within were far from good. He had no wish to indulge in the young people's passion for fake tapas, nor indeed a glutinous hamburger from the Wild West Emporium. "You don't want a bam-bam burger?" asked Wabsworth. "I'd rather Tom Mix shot a cigarette out my mouth," replied the Wabbit. Skratch guffawed. "The Wabbit is old enough to remember Tom Mix as a boy!" The Wabbit drawled. "I recall the day when Tom and I helped Wyatt Earp at the OK Canal." "That's Corral, Wabbit," grinned Lapinette. The Wabbit sniggered to himself. "What was that for a kind of adventure you had with Lapinette," asked Wabsworth. Lapinette sniggered too. "It was one of these filler adventures where no-one knows quite what to do." Skratch meaowed furiously. "I found it rather pleasant. Filler stories can subtly explore social issues through allegorical or symbolic means." Wabsworth laughed. "That sounds like artificial intelligence material, Skratch. I could have invented that for your good self." Skratch was delighted. "That's delightfully reflexive of you, Wabsworth." The Wabbit smiled. "If you're reflexing, Wabsworth. it's time for you to buy the drinks."