“DAAAANNISH, is the very best-Why the dormouse insists it is the very very best more so than the rest. Or was it the March Hare-No, it was the dormouse…” At this point the Mad Hatter started wagging his fingers back and forth like a broken clock, “Hare-Mouse-Hare-Mouse-Hare-Mouse-Hare-Mouse--Hare-Mouse-THE DANDELIONS!! They told me this, they told me that. They told me everything under the moon, then they gave me a pinch to grow an inch, then I grab my hat and I’m off to tea again! And when I think of tiiiiiime gooooone byyyyyyyy-!!”

The Mad Hatter blinked for a moment, he then looked down at Alice, with a slight pout, “On second thought let’s not get the Danish butter, I don’t trust dandelions,” he said with a shake of his head, putting the Danish butter back and getting the regular butter instead. He stuck out his tongue, “Now let’s see… What is next, is it the milk? R% or Q%?”