"Have you ever wondered," Hatter asked, lying back on the couch and idly performing hat tricks one handed. "If perhaps your life was being written by somebody else as they went along?"
Alice looked up from her homework and made a face. "Lord, I hope not."
"Why not?" He seemed genuinely interested.
"Because that means that one, I have no control over it myself, and two, sometimes it seems like they must be a very bad writer." She shuddered. "It's a horrifying thought, Hatter. Thanks so much for putting that in my head."
He grinned. "Well, I rather liked the part of the story where we met."
"Sure. Okay, here's a thought: what if that writer had edited you out?"
Hatter sat up, shocked. Then he too made a face. "Wow."
Alice smirked to get a little of her own back.