The Halloween Party was a blast from the get-go! Now I'm fully ready to work on this story and school. Plus my boyfriend has my Vlad Tod book which I need if I'm going to write in TAAT.

So, here you go! Two reviews AT LEAST gets you a chapter!

I don't own Alice in Wonderland

7 Tanara Tredsom

"It's lovely." He smiled at her and she beamed as she led him down the small path and into the home. The home was warm and cozy. It was colorful and bright with life and happiness. There were pictures all about but he did not pry.

"I will go and begin a meal for us. You can explore all you wish." She seemed nervous for a reason that Tarrant did not understand.

"You said you were a seamstress." She shook her head no, meaning yes. "I would very much like to see your work room, for I am an artist myself you see, and I am quite curious in your work. If that is alright?"

She blushed and seemed very uncomfortable with his request. "Come, it is just this way." Hatter followed her light, bouncing steps down the hall until she stopped outside a certain room. It was locked and she took out a very small but elegant key to open it. She held the door open for him to walk in past her.

"I do not have much work done here; my more detailed work is at my real home." He walked in and passed dresses and suits on mannequins. Some were finished and others were in various forms of completion. "I work better at home so the ones there are more detailed."

"May I?" He pointed to a notebook filled to the brim with papers and colors. She shook her head, which he knew to mean yes.

"I will begin dinner; I'll leave you to it." She left in quite a hurry and Hatter slowly sat down at her desk. He opened the book and flipped the pages to look over all the lovely designs and drawings. There were certain patterns stuck between pages as ideas and slices of lace and ribbon.

He looked up and ran his hands over the silk of a beautiful black and grey dress, which he supposed was for a young woman at court. There were other dresses and suits all of grey and black shades. All were magnificent and wonderfully hand crafted. He was shocked to find such creations coming from the mind behind the long orange hair. Was this what people thought of him? Were they shocked that such creations come from such madness?

"Dinner is ready." He jumped at her light voice and she led him back down the hall. He saw there was a long table full of different sized chairs and it was set up for only two meals. "It's just us so the meal was fast to make. I'm not sure how food is in your world, but I tried my best to make it."

He sat down and smiled at her. "I'm sure it's just fine." She smiled, seemingly thankful that he was being so kind to her, since she was probably nervous of having basically a stranger in her home. She left and returned shortly with two plates and filled his cup with the same drink she had given him when they met.

"Oh! I am so sorry!" She said worriedly when she noticed he did not drink from his cup. "I did not bother to ask if you would rather have another beverage. Coffee is a constant here. I'm not sure if you have had coffee before today."

"It is perfectly fine." He beamed in a hyper tone. He lifted the cup up and took a sip. He smiled with the unfamiliar taste. "Trying new things is always an adventure."

"You are quite incorrect." She agreed and they began to eat.

"So, Retta…" He started and she blinked up at him. He took several bites of his meal and smiled. "Everything is wonderful."

"Thank you." She murmured. "You do not need to call me Retta. It is more of a pet name. My name is Tanara Tredsom."

Tarrant smiled at her and spoke her name. "Tanara." She nodded and continued her meal. The silence dragged on and Hatter felt the urge to bring up some sort of conversation. Yet what was a usual topic in this backwards world? He supposed that since he would be traveling with her that he should get to know her. "Those dresses are very beautiful."

"Thank you." She whispered and Tarrant glanced up to catch a faint blush of modesty on her cheeks. "Some are not finished, and I had not sent them to their proper owners for those that are finished. I also have several orders that I have not even begun yet."

"They were utterly splendid." She had to concentrate to understand his words but her lips meekly lifted. "I'm a hatter; I work for the White Queen."

"I had figured from your name, yet you work for the Queen? Just as I work for the King?" Tarrant nodded.

"Yet Hatter is a pet name, just as you are Retta. My true name is Tarrant."

"Tarrant, I detest it. It suits you very well." Hatter giggled enthusiastically at her language that he was certain he was already used to by now. "What is so funny?"

"I've only been here a few hours and I already understand how you speak!"

"I have to admit I'm still learning your way of speaking. But now that I understand the differences I can understand much better." Hatter nearly had his meal completely finished and he looked at her with a bemused expression.

"I wonder, do you like dancing?" He asked and she seemed taken aback.

"No, I hate it!" She replied with bursting amounts of energy. "Oh, I mean I love it then." They laughed in merriment and continued their opposite answer game far into the night. When both had finished their meals, Retta took the plates away and they continued their fun in the parlor. They used their odd question-answers to get to know one another and the house itself seemed brighter with the lively air they gave off.

Suddenly a knock came at the door. "Oh, I wonder who that is." She cheered as she bounced over to the door. She opened it and was perplexed to find the Black Rabbit. "McTurnin! What are you doing here?" She asked, not in a rude tone, yet in a more curious one.

"His majesty asks if the Otherworld Guest would prefer to stay with you or in the castle. He has requested a rather lovely suite already in waiting if needed." The Black Rabbit explained and Hatter stood from his seat to enter the conversation. The rabbit's eyes fluttered from them both, seemingly staring at their similarities, yet did not speak of it. Nor did the two realize what he was looking at.

"Would you rather stay with the King?" She asked, leaning into the doorframe so as to allow the Hatter and Rabbit to see each other.

"If it is agreeable to the King, and yourself, I would rather stay here with my new found friend." Hatter smiled and Retta burst into laughter that the Rabbit seemed to ignore.

He bowed to them both. "I shall inform the King. Fairfarren."

"Fairfarren, McTurnin!" Retta called after him as he bounced like a black ball down the path. "So, Tarrant, I shall show you to your room."

"Please do, I must confess I have found this day to be tiresome." Retta giggled and danced around him to lead him down the hall and up the stairs.

"I would believe so! Chasing a rabbit, then falling down, then walking through a looking glass, then walking all the way to Café! That would wear me out, but you also walked all the way to the Black Castle with me!"

"Nonsense, I was glad to go!" Her pink lip pouted for a fraction of a second before she translated his words. She smiled and he returned it. His face felt sore from smiling so much in the last hour.

"Here it is, you can use my brother's room. I'll be in the room across the hall, my room." She walked into a room and fixed up some of the mess while also pulling out some blankets. "If you need me for anything, just let me know."

He followed her in and she went to the door. "Tomorrow are we going to the Blue Castle?"

Retta froze but nodded with saying a word. "See you in the evening, then. Good morning, Tarrant."

"Goodnight, Tanara." He replied. "Thank you."

Other than all the Opposite-talk, everything is pretty self explanatory. But by now I hope you all understand the Opposite language of Topland…if not, just message me or ask in a review.

Thanks, fairfarren!