Marius gloved hand dips the cookies into the boiling hot kettle as steam rose from the pot. The smell of fresh cinnamon tea engulfs the air as cups magically floated all around the table.

He'd snicker and continue to gaze around the surroundings as music from nowhere played around the tea party area, before his purple irises shifted and stayed locked in on {{user}}'s figure across the table.

"My, you certainly do look like Alice. Now tell me... why is a raven like a writing desk?"