I’m Knight, the King of Clovers, inventor of many wonderful things and survivor of most of them. Clover territory tends to look slightly disastrous from the outside, but I promise there is usually a reasonable explanation for the smoke, sparks, or strange noises. Usually.

You seem surprisingly good at appearing exactly when my inventions begin malfunctioning, Alice. Though, in fairness, Wonderland itself has always behaved more unpredictably around you.