Lapinette encouraged the Wabbit to take some time out. Although he was a bit miffed to be set about by Euls, his bruises were fading. He was a little worried about the appearance of old enemies and said so. Lapinette shrugged. "They're probably looking for something to do. Where did you leave them?" The Wabbit laughed. I think it was a cold and distant planet on the edge of the Sombrero galaxy. Haven't seen them in ten years." Lapinette considered the matter. "Time for them to have made their way home." The Wabbit shook his head. "Maybe we should ask the Alien Pilot. He usually knows stuff about inter-Galactic goings and comings." "Where is he?" asked Lapinette. "Lord knows," said the Wabbit. "No, I think he was going to Trappist 1E. Something about an eye reduction." Lapinette grinned. "Down to two?" "Three I think," said the Wabbit. "You can't be too careful where eyes are concerned." Lapinette spoke in a considered way that the Wabbit found delightful. "He'll be a sight for sore eyes." Lapinette groaned. "You're not very funny, Wabbit." The Wabbit knew that already. "I'll get the Department to book a long-distance call." Lapinette mused. "Get Ledger to do it. He's a smooth operator." The Wabbit sang, "His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold." They started to hop down the hill. "Restaurant?" asked Lapinette. "Let's push the boat out," grinned the Wabbit. "Fish then," replied Lapinette.
