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[Perhaps it's a surprise to see the Dormouse napping on the screen. Didn't we see him recently? It hasn't been that long, has it? But sure enough, there he is, in his little teacup, dozing off like it's nothing unusual - and in some ways it isn't.

Mm...I've got friends coming over...few thousand or so...

[He looks so ready for guests, curled up sleeping like that.]

Think we've got enough food...might get a bit loud...bit of ratt-a-tat, this'n'that...

[This sleep-talking is wearing him out though, and he yawns.]

If you don't like it, I'd stay away...away away with you...

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[The Cat appears in the air and lands lightly on the table beside the teacup. It bats at the side of the cup with one paw.]

Have you invited more mice?

Mm...

[He rolls over, not wanting to deal with a noisy nosy cat.]

Don't see how it's your business...

Mice are always my business.

[It pokes a paw into the cup to nudge the Dormouse.]

Wake up!

[The Dormouse tries really hard to ignore the cat, but the poking is just too much for him to sleep through.]

Don't you have something better to do than bother me?

[The Cat grins, showing every tooth.]

Shishishishi. Eat you?

[It's kidding. Probably.]

Hmph. I see no reason to stick around if you're planning on it.

[And the Dormouse actually starts to climb out of his tea cup, as though he can easily walk away from this conversation and this much-larger-than-him cat.]

Now now.

[The Cat saunters around to the other side of the tea cup.]

You know you shall be asked all sorts of annoying questions, surely.

Is there going to be a party?

Of sorts...might put you out of sorts...

This isn't one of those events where we become twisted versions of ourselves and don't remember who we really are, is it?

Mm...well. One of those things...

[He gives a little yawn, totally unconcerned.]

Not a twist s'much as...a mush...or a squish...

Do you lot ever realize how actually unhelpful you are in these warnings? Why bother with them if you never actually give real answers? [Huff, huff. Annoyed vampire is annoyed. He doesn't want to go through any weird transformations or whatever this nonsense is!]

Maybe you're just...unhelpful in asking...

[Good, solid comeback, clearly.]

[It's been a pretty long time since Georgia saw the Dormouse, considering her trip home, but she'd taken good notes. Which is why instead of replying with words, she sets down some treacle and clears her throat.

Food bribery. It works on cat and mouse.]

[It does, not that he would ever welcome comparisons between himself and that cat. The treacle is out for about five minutes before the Dormouse himself turns up to come nibble his treat, which is rather impressive seeing as he was asleep not long ago.

He will definitely attempt to just beeline for the treacle without a word though, if she doesn't stop him.]

[Yeah, that's not happening. She covers the treacle with her hand.]

Hello, Dormouse.

...Hello.

[He pouts a bit, and tries to nudge her hand with his nose. Once it becomes apparent she isn't budging, he pouts.]

Well. To what do I owe the pleasure?

I have some questions about the White Queen. Answer them and you can have all the treacle you want.

[He considers this thoughtfully for a moment.]

...That has the potential for unlimited questions, knowing you. I'll answer three. Agreed?

[She considers, then tugs her sunglasses down to fix him with her bottomless black eyes.]

No bullshit. Clarifying questions are not separate questions, and obviously rhetorical or irrelevant questions do not count.

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