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Elysium ~

He dipped his finger cautiously into a cup of tea he'd made for himself. Mostly, it seemed, in order to see the small swirls made by the hot beverage as he removed it. Perhaps he ought to install a layer of water within the labyrinth, he thought to himself. One where the wanderers could fight tidal waves and monstrous sharks, perhaps. Elysium made a mental note of this, to be considered further once he returned home.

The madman's eyes drifted over to where Edward was standing, still clearly unhappy about the discussion going on around him. Though familiar with the other Dark Alice's madness, Elysium still wondered about the story behind Edward's particular obsession. Of course, he knew better than to ask. Most of the Alices could be quite enraged when their past was brought up - things had changed rapidly, and many of them had things they'd rather let lie. Elyisum wasn't sure if he was one of them, as his past most often went unspoken of either way.

Even so, he thought he recognized the look in Edward's eyes as Lyra spoke. He wanted them all for himself, possibly to prove his worth or only to stifle his own obsession.

"It is obvious that we should co-operate in order to extinguish the danger once and for all," Elysium said, though barely audible. "Though I'm willing to admit these... insects... can be quite amusing, it will most certainly be less fun once we all lie dead before their feet."

Jonathan ~

"So. Other than the obvious why on Earth do these Dark Alice figures want to kill us?"

"Oh, the same old reasons. Ruling the world, killin' for fun, the promise of unlimited rice pudding," Jonathan said dryly, still slightly quiet after his awkward apology to Taara. "They're the ones that got thrown into Wonderland and discovered that they simply don't want to return home. They want things to stay as they are, so that they can be who they wanna be," he continued, a spot of sorrow in his voice for those who cared to listen closely.

He made his own cup of tea and put it on the table, studying it closely for a few seconds, until Kit and Conary spoke.

"Don't suppose you have any biscuits do you? Running for your life tends to make one awfully peckish."

“Yes, biscuits would be lovely, Jonathan. I’m sure you have some around here somewhere.”

"Biscuits?" Jonathan asked, with a horrified look on his face. The rage was back. "Here I am, offering you tea like a proper gentleman, and you demand biscuits as well? I - And I suppose you want chocolate bits in them as well, hm? Well!"

Jonathan stomped his feet and returned to the kitchen yet another time, rummaging through his cupboards.

"Tea isn't good enough for m'lords and ladies," he snarled, "No, I suppose they'll be asking for cakes next!" He paused, sticking his head through the door opening to narrow his eyes at them again. "I am not making a bloody cake!" he shouted.

Even so, he returned with a jar of chocolate biscuits, putting it on the table before them, and sitting down in his chair to sulk, sipping his tea.