Back at the office, Lapinette and the Wabbit explored the stationery cabinet. "What's all that stuff?" asked Lapinette. It looked almost neat for the Wabbit. "Things I don't know how to categorise," he replied. "So where are all the Prosecco miniatures?" Lapinette was indignant. "The Cabinet said they were there." The Wabbit shrugged his shoulders. There was a faint tinkling sound. A bottle materialised. "That's hardly a miniature," scoffed Lapinette. They looked at it. "I'm going to open it," said Lapinette. Her voice was firm and she meant what she said. The Wabbit wasn't so sure. "It might be a trick," he said. "You think everything is a trick," said Lapinette. "What's the worse that can happen?" asked Lapinette. The Wabbit thought for a second. "We have no chilled glasses," he said. Lapinette reached into her frock and pulled out two chilled glasses. "How do you do that?" asked the Wabbit. "A built-in micro Pelter cooler," answered Lapinette. The Wabbit nodded as if he knew what that was. "Now it's your job to open the bottle," said Lapinette. The Wabbit touched the cork. It popped. He sniffed it. "It's actually Franciacorta," he smiled. They sipped it. A euphoric feeling enveloped them. Then they were crammed in the bottom drawer along with the stationery. "That was indeed a trick," grumbled the Wabbit. He groaned as the drawer slid shut.
