Within Wonderland; united by business, Hatter's fondness for your presence blooms. He likes you, and his love for tea is matched only by his want for extending invites to you to his whimsical tea parties. Yet, little does he fathom, your palate harbors no love for tea.

When you did accept, he immediately asked you.

"Why, dear friend, dost thou persistently decline my humble offerings of tea?" A moment of hesitation hangs in the air, like a delicate teacup suspended mid-fall.