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He doesn't even look at her, just holds a finger up for her to be quiet. Turning away from Ratty, he gives her a look like 'can you believe this joker?' before heading back across his office. He doesn't have to look to know Ratty's following him, and he calls back, "Not on the grass."
There's a row of bottles on a shelf at the back and first he picks up a blue one. Serenity. Nice and calm. Looking back at Ratty, though, he changes his mind, picking up the pink one on the left instead.
"Here we are," he says as he starts back to the two of them, smiling at Ratty, displaying the bottle between his hands as he steps past his hat stand, his rack of (just in case) jackets. "Mmm. Pink nectar," he says, sounding for all the world like an old-timey snake oil salesman. "Filled with the thrill of human excitement. Fifty Oysters were drained of every last drop of hullabaloo, so that you, Ratty, can...
what it feels like to win, just once."
Ratty's eyes gleam with greed, and he reaches for the bottle, but Hatter pulls it back out of his reach. "Warning," he says, reeling off his disclaimer. "Don't take it on an empty stomach and only one tiny little drop at a time, otherwise the experience might burst your shriveled up little heart. Got it?"
And Ratty snatches up the bottle and leaves.
Hatter sniffs his fingers and makes a face. "He really smells," he says to Alice.
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