Talk:Mad Hatter/@comment-25095137-20140815191952/@comment-25016972-20140903153315

"I'd love to join," I say as my group approaches and sits at the table. As I take my place, the Hatter slides some tea down to my end (sans the raging mushroom, this is just everyday Lipton tea), which I diligently begin sipping on.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a plate of delicious looking chocolates that the March Hare set in front of herself. Upon tasting one, I question the March Hare if she knows how the chocolates were made: "Do they have milk in them?" I ask ambiguously pointing at the chocolates (the Hare is right behind them so it could look like I'm pointing at something else).

The grin on the Cheshire Cat's face grows to her ears and the Hatter develops a similar smile as they both realize what I just did.

The March Hare jumps across the table and initiates snu-snu and the Hatter joins in, but the Cat is content with her voyeurism.