Re: Near the dance floor
"Everfree Forest," Hatter echoed. He liked it. He liked things with free in the title, he hated boxes and feeling stuck in one place. But that sounded like wide open space and colors and frolicking and those were all things he liked. Probably. He didn't get to do them often, at least not in his current memory bank. "You should, they taste great, they taste like purple." He wondered if her hair tasted like purple too, but he wasn't supposed to eat people's hair. That wasn't proper tea etiquette.
"It's the best name!" He was pleased she said so, people often asked him why he was called Hatter. First of all, the hat was right there, how dare they. Second of all, what were their silly names about, like they had any room to talk. Pft. People. "I like Twilight Sparkle. It sounds shiny." And her hair was shiny and she smiled a lot so it made a sort of sense. He put up a finger as if to say AH HA. "You do this." He made a fish face with his lips, over done so she'd get the idea, and then he made a sharp whistle sound.