"That it's not about him being mad. It's about him being fine with who he is." The Mad Hatter was one of Lisa's personal idols for that very reason. He accepted himself, she accepted herself... made perfect sense in her off-kilter world. "And the cartoon is way different. Alice matters more in this one."
Lisa drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch, attention now divided between the boy as he stammered out several different parts of sentences. "I meant the medication," she explained. "Makes the world dim, dull, pointless. I love music. When I don't have medication clouding my head with cotton." She laughed at the antics on the screen, turning her head back to him again. "We'll never agree on that. Which is why I'm almost positive you're not a hallucination. Unless I've been drinking, but I've only had water so that's not possible." Lisa had absolutely no idea that she was coaxing him towards some sort of break. "I could be dreaming... but you'd be more agreeable then, wouldn't you?"