The Hatter was extremely intrigued, this Mother was stunning. “We do have honey, indeed.,” the Hatter gladly passed the honey to Gothel before the March Hare offered a toss. Mallymkun seemed wary of the strange woman’s queries and drew her sewing pin as if it were a sword. The Hatter tries to calm the small dormouse, “Mallym, would you put that pin down. You will scare our tea guest. We cannot scare a guest at her Unbirthday party!!” He turned to face Gothel as the dormouse reluctantly put her pin aside. The March Hare and Mallymkun continued to sing, A very merry unbirthday, to you! to you!..The Hatter, puzzled by this new character’s questions, narrowed his eyes as he answered. “Underland is a world beyond anything you have ever imagined. You must have gotten here by falling down the rabbit hole, for there is no other entrance that I know of. I do not believe anything in my home is ‘mythical’ although nearly everything speaks.” he explained. The Hatter realized that his friend, Chess, has joined the party. “My goodness, Chess. I hardly saw you there. I suppose you get that a lot!!” He laughs enthusiastically. The Hatter returns his eyes to Gothel as he introduces his friend and continues to respond to her questions. “I do believe I should introduce you to my great friend, Chess. Cheshire is clearly a native of Underland. Everyone here, though not mythical, does have their own personality. That does include the herbs, I suppose. Of course.”