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Dee smiled to him, “I'm okay because I don't have to work for her anymore, but my friend Whitley is still there.” They pour more tea for themselves and they wonder about how Whitley is doing. “I was supposed to be working in her garden but I had to do other things instead and she us very particular.” Dee sometimes wished to be working in the garden and talking to all the roses again, but they had to not think too much about it because they would end up sleepwalking to there. Wonderland was their home now and it was much better in so many ways.

open starter  ||  walt grove

“Thank you! This is the best jam in Walt Grove! You will love it!” Dee sits down and puts the opened jar of boysenberry jam down on the table for scones. “I like to bake these scones but last night I tried to make Madeleines dipped with chocolate too, please let me know if they are horrible to taste?”

After another successful trip to smarty mart, Rufus needed some things, Ron decided to find the nearest store. With his bag lightly swinging he walked a couple blocks without finding that little hole in the wall store her went to last time. If he was honest with himself the icee he went for was a little too sweet and left him feeling queasy but the manger was nice. Showed him a few card tricks, so he wanted to pay him back, if only he could find that place again.

“Hello to you Ron!” Dee said very hyperactive as they go to where he is. They ask him a lot of questions in one breath and they are sorry for it but they can't stop. “Where are you going? Are you having a good day? Are you okay to have tea later?”

“‘Once upon a time there were three little sisters,’ the Dormouse began in a great hurry; ‘and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well—’ ‘What did they live on?’ said Alice, who always took a great interest in questions of eating and drinking. ‘They lived on treacle,’ said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or two. ‘They couldn’t have done that, you know,’ Alice gently remarked; ‘they’d have been ill.’ ‘So they were,’ said the Dormouse; ‘very ill.’”

Aladdin had taken the path back to work at a bit of a run, but as soon as he was back behind the pawn shop counter, he let himself relax, pulling his stolen lunch from the inside pocket of his jacket. It wasn’t much, just a wrapped deli sandwich and some chips, but it was lunch. And he just started eating it when someone came into the store pretty shortly after him. Someone who he may or may not have smacked into on the street. Oops. “Uh, hi. Can I help you?” he asked, after a sort of painful swallow.

“Hello I want to ask if you want to try these tea cakes and scones?” Dee lifts the little basket up for him, “It is all free samples and if you have good or even bad feedback please text it to the number on the card.” They smile, “There is homemade teabags for you also, the flavor I made for fall is apple cinnamon harvest.”