Dee:  dum you are delusional.  Yes I do look good in red but it is not for anger.  You know exactly what it is for.  *looks at her meaningfully*

*face palms*

Door mouse: babbling?  Flowers don't babble.  *screams* it is dead and the derision of your clothes is why.  Murderer.  The bee of industry will flay you with its wit.  *glares at Hatter then goes to sleep abruptly*