He had been enjoying a nice cuppa in what he had cheerfully named the drinking section while he waited for Alice to arrive for their 'date'. Hatter still had not figured out what fruit had to do with meeting someone for dinner. 'Peachy' was another term that eluded him; what was it with Oysters and fruit?
"How's about a shot of liquid courage?"
Hatter nearly spit out his drink at the question. Turning around, he spotted the bartender addressing a man with a small velvet box who nodded solemnly. He watched as the man with the box knocked back a small glass of amber liquid, then seemed to gather his thoughts as though they were lying all over the bar, and stuff them in his coat pocket along with the mysterious box.
He was puzzled by the actions. Hatter had tried that vile concoction; it tasted like licking a momerath, something that he would suggest never trying. There wasn't the slightest bit of courage in there and as a former Tea Shoppe owner, he should know!
A horrible thought suddenly occurred to him: on this side of the Glass, was He an Oyster?