The tinniest shade of pink colored her cheeks. Normally, she was better at flattery, but lately they were far too few between for her to remember how to react to them. At the brothel, a forced smile and a 'thank you' usually was in order to appease her customers. With Hatter, everything was genuine, even when he annoyed her. No matter what, Alice knew she could be honest with him and not be ostracized for it - well, except when she misconstrued his nonsensical riddles.
"I think that's a marvelous idea, Hatter. Let us make a toast in celebration." Her cup was at the ready, a part of her half-expecting Hatter to actually rap her glass with a slice of bread.