Cafe Fina [Saturday Afternoon]

[teashopconman]

It was, as it always was, a wonderful day for an unbirthday party! The Mad Hatter didn't let something small like the absence of the March Hare or Dormouse deter him. No, sir! He tumbled down the stairs and right into the middle of Cafe Fina

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[dauntless_four]

Another man in an excellent hat stalked in, not looking best pleased. This was not at all what England was supposed to look like, he had no idea where his horse had disappeared to, and he was probably incredibly late for his meeting at the ministry to discuss Albanian independence.

Mr. Kemal Parak, Turkish diplomat, could do with a spot of tea. Or a pot of tea. Or allllll the tea.

[teashopconman]

"Welcome! Welcome, my good man!" The Mad Hatter jumped up onto his chair and waved Mr. Parak into the restaurant. "Would you care for some tea? Last person who visited didn't care for tea and just refused to make polite conversation!"

[dauntless_four]

Well, the proprietor was certainly...enthusiastic? "I would very much care for some tea," Kemal told him.

[teashopconman]

The Mad Hatter made no move to actually make the tea so the nearest staff member was going to jump in and do so. They didn't want to lose business.

"Oh, but what's the magic word?" The Mad Hatter asked, leaning forward. His hat tipped with him but never came close to coming off his head or falling into his eyes. "I must know the magic word!"

[dauntless_four]

Kemal's eyebrow arched up. "How unforgivably rude of me. May I have some tea, please?"

[teashopconman]

The Mad Hatter stopped and look around. And then he looked back at Mr. Parak.

"Which word in that sentence was the magic one?" The Mad Hatter asked, proving that he was truly a genius. "They all just sounded so plain!"

[dauntless_four]

Now Kemal looked confused. "You weren't trying to get me to say please?"

[teashopconman]

"Was I?" The Mad Hatter tapped his lip thoughtfully. "Perhaps you just wanted to tell me please for some reason? My good man, you are the one that came to me!"

Sure, Mad Hatter, sure. You go with your insane self.

[dauntless_four]

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This was, sadly, a bit like talking to members of the House of Lords. "What magical word would you prefer?" Kemal tried. "I'm Turkish. I know many."

Not really, but he did want that tea.

[teashopconman]

"Turkish?" The Mad Hotter cocked his head and tried to figure out what a Turkish was. "Is that a bit like a rabbit?"

He missed the March Hare.

[dauntless_four]

"It is not even a little bit like a rabbit," Kemal said, reminding himself that he was a diplomat. "Let me have some tea and I'll tell you all about my country."

[teashopconman]

"Tea! Tea, please!" The staff member who'd been attending to the tea set a cup on the table near Kemal. "But, if you are to join my table, you'll have to sing with me. It's my unbirthday!"

[dauntless_four]

"Your unbirthday."

This was turning into a high price to pay for a cup of tea.

[teashopconman]

"Yes!" He nodded very firmly. "Is it your unbirthday as well, my dear man? Shall we celebrate together?"

[dauntless_four]

Well, Kemal had tea now, so he could afford to be polite.

"Why not?" he replied, sipping from his cup.

[teashopconman]

"Why not, indeed!"

The Mad Hatter barely knew what he was agreeing with.

"Statistics prove, prove that you've one birthday, one birthday ev'ry year! But there are three hundred and sixty four unbirthdays!"

It was time to sing, yes.