Grinning like a Madman

Sounds perfectly fine to me.  Now, where is this party going to be, and more importantly who’s bringing the food?

I figured we could have it at my place. I have the drinks covered if you can bring the food. 

"I don’t think you’re suppose to ask to crash a party~”

You're not suppose to do a lot of things, but I do them anyway. 

Ah, yes, quite an important question to be asked.  I don’t have a particular preference.

Why don't we try a party one on one and maybe have a separate party with everyone else some other time?

Someone rearranged all of the books around the shoppe along with my bags. And the furniture.

It wasn't me!

Well that sounds like a wonderful idea.

Now I think the question is, do we invite others or keep the party private? 

And how exactly do you propose we fix that?

We throw a huge party of our own, of course.

Not that I know of.  There hasn’t been any parties in a few weeks actually.

That's terrible. I think we need to fix this problem. 

You are entirely useless! *He didn’t even know why he continued speaking with the useless thing, but that’s not true. He missed speaking with Wonderlanders, and although this ridiculous ball of fur infuriated him, it was the closest he’d gotten in weeks. He was about to throw him away for crouching on his shoulder again when he mention the girl* A girl? Who was she? Did they say her name or what she looked like?

*Cheshire thought about challenging him to his threat. It would be fun to watch the hatter try and catch him. He could sit in a tree and watched as the man tried to hunt him down. He looked down at the sword as if he was bored with the whole situation.* 

A Queen? Oh gods, not again. *His hand balled up into a fist. The thought of having all the queen’s horses and all of her men so close made him uncomfortable, especially since he was out in the open talking to the bewildering furball.* In what direction where they heading? Did they say what was their search about? Was it a casual walk? *The Hatter hated depending on him for information, but there was no other choice at that point.*

I've only seen them go into the castle. I have no idea if they were searching for anything. But I'm just a cat. What goes on in the minds of humans is beyond me.

Do you always nap in mid-air? Or on other people? *He shook off  the cat’s memory on his shoulders and returned standing.* A Castle? *the mention of men in horses made Hatter alert, searching for the unseen danger. His eyes narrowed, using his second to see whether they had made their way here yet.* Castles are never a good omen. They either hold a Queen or a Dragon. *Hatter did not know which was worse*

This one holds a queen. I don't think she's any better than the Queen of Hearts.  Maybe even worse. 

How does six tomorrow night sound?

That sounds fantastic!

Best food in town followed by the best drinks? Consider it a plan.

What time should we meet?

I wouldn’t trust everything you hear. *He was terribly annoyed with the feline’s nagging and his close proximity.* Words have lesser value from those who don’t know what to do with them, know what they’re worth. *he flitted the cat’s tail away from his face*

*Cheshire yawned as if he was bored with the whole conversation. He thought about snatching the hat from his head while he was speaking, but there was no fun in that.* 

Awesome.  Will we be getting Granny’s or going to the Jolly Roger?

Well Granny's has the best food. Maybe we can go to the Jolly Roger for drinks afterwards?

Buy me dinner first and we’ll see.

You got yourself a deal!

*Hatter was so lost in his own mind that when the shape appeared in front of him he instinctively reached for March and went into a stance. It took him a moment to realize it was that bothersome feline that always loved to cause havok for him, which is why he didn’t immediately hide his blade* 

*Cheshire rolled on to his back in the air. His grin never fading, but instead shinning brighter. It was almost like a lamp in the dark forest. It was true that his beloved Wonderland was now gone. But he was quickly adapting to his new home. This new land gave him more opportunities to cause trouble.*