Lovely light poured into the room. Lisa found the view out the window quite wonderful. At the end of the room stood a marble pedestals supporting two basins, the function of which Lisa could not quite determine. “What is it?” she asked Nils. “His and Hers?”

Nils chuckled. “Maybe a font for holy water, for righties and lefties,” he speculated. “But really there should be some faun or lad peeing into one. And definitely a lovely young maiden for the other.” He gave Lisa a suggestive look.

“I don’t think so,” she told him.

“Why not?” Nils asked. “It looks sturdy enough.”

“I know you’re joking,” Lisa said. “I also don’t understand the space behind it. It looks like a painting or something was once there.”

“Probably of a faun or lad or young lass peeing,” Nils said.

Lisa grinned. “I have an idea. Give me the camera. I’ll take the picture and you do the peeing.”

“I would,” Nils said, “but I don’t have to go. Anyway, for picture purposes, why don’t you at least stand next to the whatever it is?”

Lisa agreed, and she even opened her jacket enough to reveal one breast. “You’ll just have to pretend my milk is streaming into the what-ever-it-is.”

Nils laughed. “Can I get you to stand on the other side, too?” he asked.

“How come?”

“Fill the basins twice as fast. And haven’t you ever wanted to be twins?”

“That might be fun,” Lisa admitted.

As it turned out, back at the hotel, one Lisa was about all Nils could handle.