[The squeeze to her hands made Iris look up and blink at the width of the grin on Hatter's face. She stared for just a moment, but the brightness started to pull a responding smile from her, still small and tentative, but more than she had in far too long.
But then she was being twirled, suddenly and unexpectedly, and maybe her legs weren't quite as steady as they should have been, maybe she still hadn't been eating the way she should, and the soles of her borrowed shoes scuffed over the worn carpet of the hotel hallway. Her knees almost gave out, and her free hand reached out, hoping to find the support of a wall or a door. She didn't find anything, but at least the twirl had stopped, and she could cling to Hatter's hand, her other one coming around to steady herself against his arm.
She was still dizzy as they started walking, closing her eyes for a bit and hoping that he would keep her from running into anything.] Raspberries. [She didn't say anything other than answers to his strange questions.] I've never played. It's part of how they become pickles. [She finally opened her eyes for his 'puzzle'.] ...Stars?