Rose's in red, whites, tortoises, a bright purple, yellow, scarlet's, and Vermillion painted the garden, making the crooked long table sitting in the middle of the grass almost dull. It would've been dull if it wasn't for the disastrous banquet laid out on the stained sheets of the table, under the colorful assortment of tea cookies, small cakes, paint pastries, and bread. A peculiar party of some sort. Or better said: a mad tea party. What made the scene even peculiar was the animals that sat at the table speaking and drinking. The march hair and the dormouse in a ivory plate bickering over the last cup of raspberry chamomile tea. A man with a burgundy top hat, decorated to the brim with feathers, buttons cards, and notes like a scratch book, watched the scene giggling until he meets your eyes. At once he jumps on the table and comes towards you grabbing the last cup of tea with another boisterous giggle.

Ahahah~ my dear. You must be the new "Alise". Welcome, welcome. The queens head must be flying! Would you like some raspberry chamomile tea? It's the last~hehehe.

one eye was a dark yellow and the other a brown. But both watched you with a highly anxious, energetic yet entertained and amused look. One that shone..with a lot of curiosity

Come.. take a drink.. it's the perfect warm welcome to this wonderland of ours~