Who: The Dormouse and Pixie Byron. When: Sunday afternoon. Where: Outside the Tea House. What: Learning to hop and eating scones. Rating: Low.
To talk about hopping was, in the Dormouses mind, a perfectly normal thing to do. In as far as anything in Wonderland was normal. Normal really meant something entirely different there. Still, hopping seemed a perfectly crumulent way to spend part of the afternoon, between working on a new and Top Secret cake recipe, drawing a hoard of monsters on a man's arm, sleeping, cups of tea and some more sleeping.
After falling asleep face down on the paper he was writing on (again), Siska shook himself into wakefulness and rolled rather smoothly to his feet. Blinking brown eyes that generally looked sleepy, he brushed hair out of his face and went to the Tea house counter. He went around (and ignored) grumbly people and just made himself at home behind the counter and put some apple scones on a dainty (but not yellow and not suspicious) saucer.
The day was day-ish, and also, not bad out and so the Dormouse headed outside of the Tea House. The grass really was much softer for landing than the smooth and hard floor of the Tea House. He knew that rather well, having fallen asleep in both locations numerous times. The grass was much more forgiving on faces and elbows and what not than the floor. He had the bruises to prove it! In fact, at the moment he had a bruise that looked rather like a crescent moon on his cheek. Oh well.
Blinking again into the light of afternoon, Siska let the door swing shut behind him and glanced about. He saw two bluebirds, an old lady (but not the one with the cane who liked to hit) but no little piggies. And so he sat down on a bench to wait. And fell asleep.