One evening, before they went out, Alice picked up her eyeliner, popped the cap off, and began to swipe it over her upper lashes.
"You're doing it wrong," Hatter said.
Alice stopped in her habitual motion and looked over her shoulder at him, reclining on the bed. "Are you going to teach me how to apply eyeliner, Hatter? Really?"
He shifted uncomfortably. "No."
"I thought not," Alice said. And, because she knew that he knew he'd just dealt a significant blow to his own manly pride, she tried her best not to laugh as she applied the rest of her makeup.