A hat for Alice from the hatter himself.

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Who: Tarrant Hightopp & Alice Liddel (The elder)
What: A proper hat
When: Day 419
Where: Heimdall
Rating: PG to PG-13? There will be mentions of hats.

Well it had taken him a little longer than it usually would have to make the hat, but he was finally finished the project he had been working on; Alice's hat. His room in the Heimdall welcome hall had all but been taken over by the supplies required for his craft. The bed was completely covered and hidden beneath various fabrics, ribbons, spools of thread, and various tools for shaping and shaving. In the corner stood a mannequin that came from who knows where, and in a chair a sewing machine. Across the dresser tea pots and cups and tape measures with pins and glues. At this point there was barely any room to move, but as soon as he had finished the Hatter stood there bright eyed and immediately called Alice.

Of course he would have to wait for her to find her way there and so he made his way from the chaos of the room to the living area of the welcome hall where he waited for her to arrive. Keeping the hat safely tucked next to him as he sat there anxious, having forgotten to even take off his apron.

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With the talk of pitch there a small spark in the hatters eye, much like with the knave the hatter felt that obviously it was someone he would not get along well with at all. And he would certainly do what he could to protect Alice from him, and keep him away from her. Though after a moment he goes to straightening up what few things are on the table, shifting the saucers and the tea cups back and forth as if to make some kind of pattern that would be unintelligible to anyone.

"It's good that Alice has found friends, especially if there are knaves like that around."

Little Alice had mentioned them as well, so apparently they were pretty good at keeping Alice safe and happy.

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"But you're still my friend, Hatter!"

She feels as if she has to reassure him of that, nervous that he could have taken that the wrong way. He'd be hard to replace -- no, he would be virtually impossible, no matter what version of him may stumble here. He's from Wonderland. Anyone from Wonderland that was untainted had to be the most important. She keeps that secret guarded to her heart, hardly uttering a word of how drastic it changed for both better or worse.

"I'm happy you're here with us."

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"I'm happy to be here with Alice too."

Hopefully he would be a bit more helpful, and he would certainly do what he could to help Alice since she had certainly did so much for all of them. Pouring himself another cup of tea it seems that he settles down a little. Turning the attention back to the reason that she had come to visit him.

"But you really must wear your hat on all the finest occasions, especially since it looks good on Alice."

It's time for smiles, not frowns.

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Doubly noted, at that. It allows her to at least breathe a sigh in relief. She would hate for him to be upset over something that is silly to her, but not even in the least for him. He gets a small smile from her, at last. She nods, even if she isn't sure where she would even wear something like that. Alice can dream!

"I promise," It makes her feel like an actual lady, of the sort, especially after what she had been through over the years.

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"Good, now then what else should I make for Alice."

After all he had a lot of free time, and he despite being aptly called Hatter he was quite skilled in making a number of other things as well. And seeing Alice smile, even a small one, makes him feel much better and secure so that there is no more worry about being forgotten.

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A gentle smile graces her lips as she just about finishes that cup of black tea. She's quiet for a minute, if not a little sheepish to even say. Alice will always be honored by such kind gestures, especially one of Hatter's hats. She lowers her head allowing her dark hair to mask part of her face, "I.. I don't know, I-"

She stammers, thinking of Maglor and how he's always offered requests to play songs. "You're just as bad as Mr. Maglor. But Hatter! What about yourself? What is it that you want?"

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"I want to have tea with Alice, and to work at my trade again. Which I'm already doing. Though I suppose it would be nice to see the queen or maybe have a good fudderwacken to celebrate the frabjous day."

Really the Hatter was more than happy to simply do what he was doing here, there wasn't much else he could do or needed or even knew to do. With the March Hare, Maliumpkin, or even Cheshire missing there weren't very many that would understand him.