Re: Ninth Floor Hallway --> The roof is on FIYAH!
Seeing he'd been spotted, the Hatter whistled innocently and moved away, tilting his hat forward to shield his eyes, in case they had given him away... not likely, but it was the best effort he could make. "You would have to eat with your hands, of course!"
Upon reflection, the Hatter acknowledged, "Though I suppose you do that anyway, don't you? And really, I know it's not the freshest, but it's not all as bad as you're making it out to be.
He'd probably... prefer... treacle. The Dormouse was somehow nodding off, even with the tiger there.
Well. The Hatter wasn't sure what big kitties did eat. "Would you prefer treacle," he asked, forgetting completely that the tiger couldn't hear the others.