Taking the Hatter's cue, Alice shook off the all-too-familiar weirdness of the all-too-unfamiliar situation as she followed him. "Matinal's, you say?" she replied lightly as she picked through her memories in an attempt to see if she'd heard that name before. Finding no such indication, the young woman briefly frowned, a bit puzzled. All indications pointed to a hallucination, and yet nothing about this city, save the Hatter, seemed even remotely familiar. Furthermore, there was the fact that Timon had remembered Alice when she didn't know him in the least, and that only added to the troublesome mystery that surrounded her now.

Oh, well. Anything was better than the asylum, right? "Cake does sound wonderful," agreed Alice. SHe'd always been fond of cake, and practically made it a point to have some with her tea whenever she could.