At Lapinette's insistence the team gathered at the Coin Excelsior Department Store in Via Cola di Rienzo. Lapinette had been lingering at Tiffany's on the bottom floor in the hope that the Wabbit would roll up with money. This he had failed to do - and instead, met her on an upper floor. Lapinette jumped in the air. "I see a frock I'd like. It's over there." The Wabbit had seen the price tag. "Maybe I could mobilise some cash from the Dinosaur Fund," he thought. "Working expenses," he smiled, "But we have to go to our Adventure Caffè. Look. Here's Wabsworth and Skratch." The Caffè was in the basement, not far from Tiffany's. The Wabbit's eyes narrowed. "Let's go and look at that frock first." They all linked paws and made their way. "What was that for an adventure you just had?" asked Wabsworth. The Wabbit paused. Skratch jumped in. "It was
harum scarum adventure that elicited a fast emotional response from the reader." Wabsworth shook his head. "That doesn't quite cover it. It was disorientating and frantic." Lapinette was dragging the Wabbit's paw. "Non-linear structure and repetitive motifs," she panted. "I rest my case," meaowed Skratch. "It was a network of thematic isotopies," he added. "What?" yelled the Wabbit. Lapinette stopped in her tracks and forgot all about the frock. "Eek," she screamed. "I made that up," smiled Skratch.
