Giving a mournful nod with a pout. “Oh how true, how true, those horrid Dandelions. They were oh so sneaky and dirty little flowers. Why couldn’t they be as pure and sweet as a pond lily?” Lifting an eyebrow, the Hatter thought out loud, “Although, they are not on the tough ground as the others. Pond lilies tend to be loose due to lucid gentle breeze from the water. It’s a liquid, much more fluid than something as solid as the ground after all.”

While the Mad Hatter discussed the difference between a flower on the ground versus the liquid, he motioned one hand fist punching for solidness, then the other waving his hand up and down like waves in a pond. Then on the mention of milk, the Mad Hatter grinned and choose the milk of his liking and skipped down the rest of the aisle.

“Oh I think we are just about set!” Skidding to halt, the Mad Hatter raised his finger in the air as if he had an important announcement, and cried out “Ooooooooh! THE BUBBLES!!” At once he rushed away toward the aisle with the soap. Chattering along the way, “BUBBLES BUBBLES BUBBLBLEEBEEBOBUBBLESYES…” Glaring at one of his favorite bars of soap, and grabbing it instantly off the shelf holding it close to him looking rather indignant, “Yes...Bubbles, these are the very best, no one knows the best, only I know, they very best of...”

Breathes in, eyes directing downward dramatically, his right eye lid twitching a bit as he exhaled, “The bubbles.”