Oh, we certainly thought our hatter was mad when he shared with us a furry furphy, suggesting to us there was a new place for afternoon tea that just so happened to create effervescent elixirs which could rejuvenate us to within age twenty by only minutes plus three. Yet, here we sit, adorable, gossipy buddies—though, not quite as cute as floppy-eared bunnies—hoppily—I mean happily—sipping our brews whilst wondering if dreams will beat the ruse via the choice of “What *is* there to lose?” ; )