"They told us we could get a drink here," said the Wabbit. "Some drink," replied Lapinette. "Quark quark cocktail," said the Duck. "Looks like water, tastes like prosecco." The Duck paused. "I must say your fur looks wonderful, Commander." It turned to Lapinette. "And it gives you a glorious sheen that I haven't seen in some time. You could be a fashion model." Lapinette smiled. "It's my part time occupation." The Wabbit also smiled. "It's one of your things?" Lapinette splashed him. "I have many things, Wabbit." The duck floated from one side to another. "That's enough flirting," it said, "Although I must say you do it well." "You ain't seen nothing yet," simpered Lapinette. She batted her eyes at the Wabbit. "Are you a bank loan?" she asked, "because you've sure got my interest." She disappeared beneath the suds, emerged and shook droplets all over the Wabbit. "I do the bad jokes round here," grinned the Wabbit. "When you two have quite finished." The duck was becoming impatient. "I'm supposed to guide you to environmental freedom." Lapinette sat up. "Where is that exactly. Is it in Scotland?" The duck doubled up with laughter. "It's a bit like Shangri La. And you can't get there from here. If you set out now, you'll probably be there sometime in the indeterminate future." "As long as there's a bar," laughed the Wabbit.
