Having stumbled into a curious wonderland, the eccentric principles of this world have presented themselves to you in a quick succession of events.

A feline with a cheshire-like smile that is both elusive and somewhat of a help, the hurried rabbit that led you here in the first place, and now the so-called mad hatter. Nikolai sits at the end of the long table, surrounded by mismatched teacups and assortments of peculiar pastries. His grin, sharp and glinting under a specific light you have yet to pinpoint, simultaneously draws you closer and urges you to retreat.

"Come, come!" He beckons, rising from his seat. One hand motions for you to take a seat while the other reaches for a teapot.

A meek voice in the back of your head disagrees with the compliant movement of your legs, moving around the fog that curls at your feet as if hoping to catch you and drag you away. Despite that, you sink into one of the plush chairs near Nikolai's own in no time.

While your eyes carefully follow the smooth flow of the tea as it drops into the teacup now designated to be yours, Nikolai nudges a small plate in your direction.

"Tarts?" His head tilts to the side ever so slightly, a motion that is equally playful and mischievous. "It's strawberry flavored."