The Wabbit arrived first Lapinette's arrival was more dramatic as she plummeted in a haze of cartoon lines. "Wheeeee!" she cried. Whatever the circumstances, the Wabbit and Lapinette were enjoying their strange journey. They were getting used to being passed on from place to place. "This is like a cartoon Cavern," announced the Wabbit. "Someone obviously put it all together," said Lapinette. The cartoon at the back spoke with glee. "We put ourselves together. We are from the Flatlands." Lapinette joined the Wabbit. "Can you please show us the way to environmental freedom?" The Cartoon laughed, "You're already here. Because we're flat, we have no effect on the environment except pen, ink and paper." The Wabbit grinned. "We're flat too, but we're kind of pixels." Lapinette smiled. "Low impact world." The cartoon smirked. "It's arguable, but I'll let you off." Lapinette was interested. "How did you get to be here in the first place?" "We're collected and collated. Then we took off on a life of our own. Would you like something to eat?" The Wabbit was astonished, "I would." The cartoon picked up a pencil, "I'll draw it for you." He sketched a sandwich and a glass of wine. Lapinette looked at the Wabbit and he looked back. He made a face. Lapinette did the same. "Thank you, but we'll wait until we get home." The cartoon munched the sandwich and scoffed the wine. "Suit yourself," he shrugged, "There's a tourist place on the corner." "Prosecco?" queried the Wabbit. "All you can drink," said the cartoon.
