The Wabbit met up with Lapinette at a Caffè near Via Marconi. He thought he'd got rid of the light but was surprised to see it had preceded him and had changed colour. Lapinette was waiting with his favourite marocchino coffee. He licked his lips and headed in. "Did you get me a light, Wabbit? It's a nice colour" The Wabbit shrugged. "It came by itself." Lapinette took that to mean it was delivered by a company. "And the coffee?" "Very kind of you," said the Wabbit. "It appeared here too! Just like that!" she gasped. A voice in the Wabbit's head said not to touch the coffee. "Careful with that coffee," said the Wabbit. But it was too late. Her paw stretched out and she grasped the spoon. Then she stirred the coffee. The Wabbit tried to stop her. Some of the coffee splattered onto his fur. He began to feel a bit strange. Lapinette too. The chair began to bend at an alarming angle, then the table. Then the whole caffè turned on its head. "I'm going to light your path," cried the lamp. The caffè started to spin. "I don't want my path litten," cried the Wabbit. "Light your path. I'm a homeopath! Baby I can light your path!" sang the light. Lapinette groped for the light switch but now it didn't work. The coffee was upside down but didn't spill. It swirled round and round. "I don't like my marocchino too frothy," shouted the Wabbit as they dissolved like sugar into the atmosphere.
