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Well, well.

Isn't this interesting.

Wonderland has always been my dream. [And she's promptly picking you up and moving you into her lap, cat, so she can properly scratch you and pet you behind ears and under chin and at the base of your tail.] So you can only imagine my surprise, Cheshire, when so many seem to know about it in the place I'm in! Well... maybe you can't, but still.

[He gives a slightly indignant noise when she picks him up, though any protest he might want to give is quieted when she pets him. Instead, he purrs, settling into her lap and leaning into the touches]

One's reality is another's storybook in these sorts of places, it seems.

Wonderland use to be your dark-haired counterpart's dream, too, but life has an unfortuante way of changing things.

I suppose so, I've met many a fairytale princesses you know.

And oh! You mean the older Miss Alice! She's at the game I'm at as well! But I told you that. She's the only other one who has had Wonderland as her own dream. I quite enjoy talking to her.

Princesses? I'm sure they're facinating.

Do you now? Usually when I speak to her, it's all sarcasm and word-shaped spears. [But it's said fondly as he rubs his cheek against her hand]

Well, you do speak in riddles a good deal, Cheshire.

I don't see why I shouldn't. If you're clever enough to solve them, you deserve the information. If not, well...

I don't lose anything by it.

Well, how do you know you won't lose something from it?

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