The Wabbit looked askance at Lapinette. "So early?" Lapinette pirouetted. "Bargains to be had!" The Wabbit paused. "I met the Devil." "What was he wearing this time?" Lapinette smirked in amusement but the Wabbit was pained. "He was a touch medieval." Lapinette sat down and called for coffee and croissants. "Normal or Marocchino?" she asked the Wabbit. "Marocchino!" he said. "You always get chocolate foam on your nose," said Lapinette, "and you don't wipe it off. Then you go round all day with a foamy chocolate nose." The Wabbit smiled and shrugged. "Did the Devil have a three-cornered hat?" asked Lapinette. The Wabbit nodded. "Always smart that fellow," commented Lapinette. "I find it a touch foppish," replied the Wabbit. Lapinette looked in her bag. "Where's my lighter?" "You don't smoke," said the Wabbit. "It was a present," replied Lapinette. "Ah, the one shaped like a hand grenade." The Wabbit found Lapinette's toys amusing, but he was never certain whether they were real or not - until the last minute. "Don't take it out here, you'll cause a panic." Lapinette continued to rummage. "It's a long way until Christmas," observed the Wabbit. "My mother used to shop for Christmas cards in June," replied Lapinette, "They were really cheap." The Wabbit gave her a shrewd look. "Did she come here at all?" Lapinette laughed. "Campari and soda was her tipple." "For Christmas?" asked the Wabbit. "All year," responded Lapinette. They both giggled until Lapinette remarked, "What shall we do now?" The Wabbit glanced at the clock. "Prosecco time!"
