"Sure." Jonathan didn't entirely disagree. He liked to have his own mind and thoughts but he had none of those before Jerome so he didn't linger on it. Jerome gave a purpose, Jonathan worked to that purpose and he spent less time in his head and more time in the pursuit of something worth his time. "Relax, Mad Hatter. It's a tea party. With the March Hare and the Dormouse."

Jervis groaned and sobbed, shaking his head and then looking at Jerome. "The frumious Bandersnatch! Beware, beware! No, you're no dormouse! You're a cat!"

"The Cheshire cat then." Jonathan was fine with that. "We'll have tea and conspire."