Cheshire licked her lips, her earring s tinkling. "I say that perhaps the 'So called Alice' as you put it Rabbit, may be in a state of shock"

"Let us call it blood, as you say, and be done with it," the Rabbit demanded, to prideful to admit his flustered status. At Cheshire's question he then quirked an eyebrow. “In Underland? Untalking? Why even here the flowers have faces! Untalking… indeed… Is there such a thing in Underland?” Suddenly, he turned in his seat and looked to Alec. “Well, perhaps. “The so called Alice from now has yet to say a word. Perhaps he is untalking afterall. What say you Cheshire?"

Hatter smiled and winked at him, going back over and taking a seat at the table, fixing quite of few of the knocked over items. "Yes, but you don't have claws." She said calmly, pouring herself some tea. Not exactly liking the teas raw flavor, she dumped nearly half the dipper of cream and used a good seven sugar cubes. With a smile, she sipped the nearly overflowed cup of not-so-much tea. Looking back over at Rabbit, she noticed the blush lining his face. With a tiny laugh, she took her hat off and placed it carefully on the table, running a hand through her thick burnt orange hair. "Oh my, have I flustered dear old Rabbit? Or has the blood finally reached that pale face of yours?"

Cheshire appeared next to Rabbit, purring. "Why, whatever do you mean? I would never make such an ungodly noise. I leave that to the untalking kind."

The Rabbit jumped nearly a foot out of his seat with a yelp, his knees hitting the underside of the table making its contents bounce. He frowned at the Hatter as he crossed his arms over his chest and ducked his red face in embarrassment. After years or being friends with Cheshire, Hatter, and the others, he should have been used to their antics. But they still managed to surprise him at the worst of times. “Rabbits and puffs indeed,” he huffed. “And Hatters with their hats no less. Why don’t you pull Cheshire’s tail. No doubt you’d gain a yowl. Better fortune then a rabbit’s hop!”

Hatter grinned a slightly evil grin, jumping behind him and grabbing his tail with both hands, and a good amount of his rump. Giggling like mad, she nearly fell over. "How cute! The rabbit and his puff." She said, letting go of the rabbit and walking back in front of him, waiting for his reaction. Of course, she meant the groping in no bad way, but she still thought it was rather fun.

If Rabbit was a cat, which he most certainly wasn’t, he would have been purring under Hatter’s gentle touch. But he would leave the purring to the Cheshire. “Yes,” he sniffed remorsefully, giving a pitiable smile to them both, “one of her last and yet it was not enough to release me completely. Still…” He sat back in his chair, “I do believe it gives me character. For what is a rabbit without his ears?” As if to emphasize the point there was thump to the chair as his tail flicked out and he sighed. “This tail however, I dare say, is something I could do without.”

Cheshire sighed, rolling over onto her back and looking upside down at Hatter and Rabbit. "Apparently the White Queen was slipping when she made that potion" He poofed next to her ear, smiling. "I believe it was one of the last one's she ever made." She rolled right side up again and disappeared.

Hatter frowned, scratching her chin, looking over at the two bickering friends and a mouse. With a hearty laugh, she adjusted her hat. "For gods sake, I'm last Friday. For Friday is the fun day and the Hatter is fun." She mumbled, tracing back to her logic. "And I do believe this new 'Alice' is male, do you not think? What would it matter if he was Tuesday or Wednesday? Alice was definately not a boy. At least, as far as our little minds know."
She bit her lip looking over at Rabbit, frowning slightly. Skipping lightly over to her fine-eared friend, she grabbed them, rubbing the soft fur with her thumbs. "Tell me, why in the world do you still have these? I thought you got the full transformation potion. Appearently not?" She mumbled, tiliting her head to the side, grinning a strong grim at Rabbit.