Re: Near the dance floor
"Siiiiiick." Hatter thought it over. Maybe he'd been sick. Probably sick. Sick was strange in Wonderland, because even when things felt bad or sick, they still felt wrong and not wrong. Things were how they were meant to be in that world, and usually the way things were meant to be were topsy turvy. "Probably sick. Don't know the differences." He could figure it out, probably, and would. He needed them to make things for himself, like potions and teas. He patted her shoulder nicely. Personal boundaries were not in his wheel, but it was meant well. "Can find home. Somewhere."
His smile was bright and wide in response, as excited as she was at telling the truth. "Ponies! Are two legs hard? No wonder you can't whistle. What do you eat?" He thought about her question. "Maybe. Wonderland has everything. I can't always remember what it has, but it has everything." And things that didn't exist anywhere else. He blinked and then looked around. "We should look for our places. Let's go look. I can show." If they didn't find it or got separated, that was fine, but at least they'd try to end up where they were. With tea and four legs. He took his straw.