The Wabbits found themselves transported to a fine basilica, where they were faced with a projection of two priests. "This is Assisi of St Frances fame," said the shadow, "and these are shadows of the priests who work here." The Wabbit began to smile. "Making wine no doubt." Lapinette chided the Wabbit. "It's not a wine making order." The Wabbit smirked. "There is a secret and holy cave where St Francis did turn water into wine. Lapinette put her paws on her hips. "That's in Narni. Totally different." The Wabbit immediately thought of Narnia but refrained from saying so. However, the Wabbit knew that St Francis was famous for his work with animals. He talked with birds and all the animals, even rabbits - although he liked shrimp pie and wolfed it down at every opportunity. "Not a vegetarian then," murmured Lapinette. "No" said the Wabbit, "He liked his pies." Lapinette looked at the figures. "Maybe they're discussing shrimp pies." The Wabbit shook his head. "They're discussing the location of the nearest bar." Lapinette inclined her head in wonder. "It's just down the road," said the Wabbit. "The Ristorante Bar, San Francesco, on Via San Francesco." Lapinette gasped. "How on earth do you know these things?" The Wabbit smiled an infuriating smile. "I study," he smirked.
