Snippet #2002668

"Goodbye, dear Chesh," Rosalind said as the cat disappeared. She took another sip musing to herself at how old the Cheshire Cat could be. First, he wants tea and to "sit" a while and chat and then instead just gives them a quick thing of the newest news and scampers off to cause more mayhem. She was, however, used to this and knows that if he stays longer than a minute and stops to take a breath that he really is staying for tea. Though what crossed her as odd was that she normally had a tea cup placed and ready for such impromptu drop-ins, so Chesh could have a sip of tea before he left. She sat wondering why she was so distracted today. Maybe it's because the new Alice's are here, she thought to herself.

"So a new Alice, huh?" Rosalind asked Glathia, "That must be good news for you, my dear. If you want to check up on her, I've still have your back-up looking glass in the attic. Shall we take this upstairs?" She asked, gesturing gracefully to the ceiling.