Re: Near the dance floor
"No purple mushrooms?" He gaped at that. Surely there had to be purple mushrooms! Oh right, he had to remember other worlds were different. Some didn't have colors. It was depressing. His smile was instant and wide. Hatter pulled off his hat and then swept it down when he gave an elegantly formal bow. He practiced that for if royalty came to tea, but their royalty was evil, so he would've just been running out the door if that happened.
"I'm Hatter!" He nodded approval at her taking the straw out, because that'd definitely not choke her. He bit on his straw and then pulled it out of the drink, applying pressure with his teeth so it went up and down. He was being silly, he loved being silly. Hatter put the straw away and flipped the hat up into his elbow and then bonked it up onto his head. Ta da! "I don't know why there are straws. Do you not usually have lips? Some of my friends don't have lips. How do you whistle?"