The Wabbit made for the Gianicolo Hill, but he kept glancing behind him. He sensed a presence but couldn't make out what it was. "Hello Wabbit!" Sometimes Lapinette could make him jump and he did. "Wanna drink, Wabbit?" The Wabbit couldn't resist prosecco, but he noticed the bottle Lapinette was carrying was frozen. Lapinette read his thoughts. "It says cold drinks, Wabbit" The Wabbit laughed. "Not frozen, Lapinette." Lapinette blew on the bottle and it gently lost its icy coating and the contents settled at drinking temperature. "Before I get glasses," she said, "What's that shadow following you?" The Wabbit looked behind him, then shrugged. "It looks like your ears, said Lapinette. "Just my ears?" asked the Wabbit, "Not my whole shadow?" Lapinette pirouetted. "Just ears." The Wabbit pondered. "That must mean something. The shadow represents unintegrated parts of myself!" Lapinette made to get the glasses. "Perhaps you should listen more!" "What did you say?" smiled the Wabbit. He watched her disappear behind the doors and could hear prosecco being poured. "Who are the four Romans?" "You think you're very funny," said Lapinette. But the ears appeared behind the Wabbit and spoke. "They're Galba, Otho, Vitellius and Vespasian - and they're not half as funny as me!"
