Alice was about to reply when the Mad Hatter took off. Honestly, it was just like him (even if Alice was getting the strange, niggling feeling he wasn't quite her Hatter, for some reason) to do something like that. But he did use butter for fixing clocks (or was it mustard? She couldn't remember anymore, for some reason), so that was something.

"I don't believe I've ever had Danish butter," Alice wondered aloud, stepping lightly behind Hatter. "What's the difference between it and English?"