“Neither, it is but a metaphor!” The Mad Hatter said simply, knowing full well what he meant anyway. It certainly wasn’t an insult, but something much more. A feeling of regret and wanting to help her look better really, one could either see it as a compliment or an insult. Depending on the person’s perspective really.
Giving a smile to Alice, at least she was agreeable, the Mad Hatter gave a nod, “We shall go out shopping for new clothes for you at once then! I am sure we can buy some supplies for a bubble bath as well! Need not worry about the money, they grow on trees out here.” He wasn’t kidding about that, around here the source of pay was the jewels and things that grew off plants.
On mention of the City Hall being like any other political building, the Mad Hatter nodded solemnly in agreement. After all, the view on politics in Wonderland was always the Queen’s way. End of story, there is no argument. And if you dare do defy any judgment from the Queen, it’s off with your head.
The heartless came about in conversation, the Mad Hatter took a thoughtful glance to the sky. Trying to compose his thoughts about the creatures as they took stroll through Paixao together, “Hm, how to describe the heartless. They are these dark creatures without hearts. You see they look for hearts, because they do not own them, I’m afraid in the most morbid way. They want our hearts my dear Alice, yours, mine, and anyone else who might own one,” The Mad Hatter said, recalling conversation with the young Alice who described them here, “They are the worse type of thief in my opinion. Taking something that leaves one without a heart. Simply terrible.”
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Giving a smile to Alice, at least she was agreeable, the Mad Hatter gave a nod, “We shall go out shopping for new clothes for you at once then! I am sure we can buy some supplies for a bubble bath as well! Need not worry about the money, they grow on trees out here.” He wasn’t kidding about that, around here the source of pay was the jewels and things that grew off plants.
On mention of the City Hall being like any other political building, the Mad Hatter nodded solemnly in agreement. After all, the view on politics in Wonderland was always the Queen’s way. End of story, there is no argument. And if you dare do defy any judgment from the Queen, it’s off with your head.
The heartless came about in conversation, the Mad Hatter took a thoughtful glance to the sky. Trying to compose his thoughts about the creatures as they took stroll through Paixao together, “Hm, how to describe the heartless. They are these dark creatures without hearts. You see they look for hearts, because they do not own them, I’m afraid in the most morbid way. They want our hearts my dear Alice, yours, mine, and anyone else who might own one,” The Mad Hatter said, recalling conversation with the young Alice who described them here, “They are the worse type of thief in my opinion. Taking something that leaves one without a heart. Simply terrible.”