The team arranged to meet at Palombini's famous Caffè in EUR. As the Wabbit looked around, he noticed Lapinette approaching from his left. Wabsworth crept up behind her and touched her shoulder with his paw. She shot in the air. "Wabsworth!" she yelled, "Don't do that, you might have got shot." Wabsworth smiled and shrugged. Being an android it was not a matter of signicicant importance. His fur repelled bullets, but he knew what she meant. "Never mind all this," said the Wabbit. "What was that for a sort of adventure we just had?" Skratch arrived from the tables to the Wabbit's right. "That is more properly my line," he said. "Answer!" yelled Lapinette. Skratch leaned back. "It is a cut above the usual story where carnivorous plants aim to rip us stem to stern." Wabsworth also leaned back. "It was amusing enough." Lapinette giggled. "Shall we talk of the Anthropocene?" "No," replied the Wabbit, "I'm fed up with it." Lapinette continued anyway. "This period is marked by increasing environmental change. So we move from technological to ecological concerns." Skratch laughed. "That's very goody-goody". "Not at all," said Lapinette, "We lend aesthetic consideration to objects that pervade our renewed experience of the Anthropocene. That is the future." The Wabbit grinned. "What's the future in standing outside the caffe? It's dwarfing our timescale." "I'm buying the drinks," said Skratch. "Now that's a change of timescale!" laughed the Wabbit.
