Alice.

"Hatter, you promised." I had my hands on my hips, staring at my favorite barista, who was giving me a look like I was the mad one. "You said if I went ice skating with you, you would do something I wanted to do. Or did I dream that?"

"But... but, Alice, please, you don't understand-"

I smirked a bit, getting an idea, "So, let me get this straight. The famous Lindsey Hatter, one of the Hero's of Wonderland, a man who played on both sides in the greatest war in your homeland's history, the one who took on Mad March singlehandedly (literally) and saved me on numerous occasions..." Pausing for dramatic effect, I shook my head, "is afraid of taking a single ballroom dance class?"

A heavy blush crept onto his stubbled cheeks, "Me and dancing don't go so well together," he was playing with his hat nervously, twisting and bending the rim in his hands. I gave him a skeptical look, raising one of my eyebrows.

"You're a great ice skater, what's the difference?" That stumped him, and finally he sighed.

"Alright. Fine. I'll do it." I smiled and rewarded him with a kiss.

"I love you, you know that?"

"You better, Oyster. And I'm not going to be responsible for any broken toes. Just know that."

Hatter.

Alice and I were just getting ready to leave her mother's one day, when out of no where, I noticed something simply amazing.

A hat. And not just any old hat, it was a beautiful, wide brimmed sun hat, bright red with a purple sash. I picked it up gingerly and looked at Carol. "I love your hat."

She glanced over from where she and Alice were talking, and laughed slightly, "Thank you David. Haven't you heard of the Red Hat Society?"

I shook my head, and noticed Alice roll her eyes, though she couldn't hide her smile. "Mom's a part of this crazy cult of old ladies who wear ridiculous hats and drink tea." She smirked a little. "Come to think of it, if we put you in a purple dress, you might fit right in."

Carol laughed again, "We're meeting today if you two would like to join."

A couple of hours later, I found myself surrounded by women in purple dresses and red hats (I now had a red hat pin on my own porkpie) with a cup of tea in my hand, Alice laughing silently at me from a corner. I didn't care. A hats a hat, and these women were great.

Plus, it couldn't hurt to try and get on Carol's good side, after smashing that vase...