Hatter had to laugh at that. And, frankly, letting go and just laughing felt good. The place was messed up, that was for sure. But he had Alice (sort of), and he was making friends. It had to count for something. It wasn't the New York he'd been planning on, but it wasn't half bad, either. Okay, it was weird. But not too strange to deal with.
"No," he admitted, his lips tilted in a crooked grin. "Well, yes. I've had pasta, but I understand it can be done lots of different ways? I've eaten quite a bit of chicken. That's something we have back home. Or, well, it's a small bird similar to a chicken. Tastes the same, too, so it seems safe enough."
Not that he was always about staying safe. If anything, he worked hard to do things out of the ordinary, things not considered safe. He'd been doing it his whole life, why change things then? "We have other animals that are different from here. Larger ones, smaller ones. Some are delicious and some are..." He wrinkled his nose with a little smile. "Fish taco worthy. We mix them with greens, sometimes, like your salads, or bake them up in a dough. Some of it is really good, don't get me wrong. But nothing like the stuff you have here." The people of Wonderland had been more concerned with feeling good via tea. Getting pleasure from food was hardly a primary concern for the majority.