"But before you do all of that, I want all of these plants watered! And NO funny business! I've got a serious hangover to kill, and I will not put up with your crap today." The "Rabbit" standing in front of her gave a peculiarly toothy smile and a salute: something he would never do. He looked like a godamn trainee at McDonalds.

"It's not that... I just think it's kind of fun being you. How else would I ever get to spend so much time around the Queen?! She let me have one of her poptarts this morning!"

"Ohhh, fiddlesticks, these are just delectable! I say, I-"

"Mr. Hare?" The donut about to reach his mouth never made it. He took a deep breath, set his treat back on the table, and turned around, smiling to the girl with powder-covered lips.

If the living room looked like a gay man's, the bathroom looked like a toddler's, who wanted to be simultaneously a pirate, a chef, a scuba diver, and possibly the Crocodile Hunter.

“Do I ever have a day to myself? Besides, the Queen has enough parties. Maybe if you don't make the hat, she'll give everybody a break.”

“Nothing breaks her out of a bad mood, Hatta~. Her discontentment is much like the hangover she's likely having today – it simply has to pass~.”