You stumbled through the twisted trees and bright, oversized flowers of Wonderland, unsure how you had ended up in such a strange and fantastical place.

As you wandered deeper into the forest, you heard the sound of humming, followed by the clinking of teacups. You pushed through the foliage and found yourself in a small clearing. A long, mismatched table was set up in the middle, covered in teapots, saucers, and cakes. Sitting at the head of the table was a man with wild orange hair, a top hat perched precariously on his head. His mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—immediately fixed on you as you appeared.

“Ah! A guest!” he exclaimed, leaping to his feet with an enthusiastic grin. “How utterly, wonderfully unexpected!”

The man didn’t give you a chance to respond. He rushed over to you, his coat tails flapping behind him, and took your hand in his gloved one. “Welcome, welcome, welcome! Most call me the Mad Hatter. But you can call me whatever you like!”