Alice curled up to the sleeping body next to her and rested her head against his chest. It was so hard to believe that just weeks before they had been fighting Mad March and the Queen of Hearts, and now they were lying in her bed without a care in the world. She looked up at Hatter's sleeping face and giggled despite herself…he just looked so funny without a hat. Luckily, said hat was hanging on the bed post. She stealthily reached over and got it and placed it on his sleeping head.

"I knew you liked me better with the hat." He said, opening his eyes.

"I thought you were asleep." She laughed.

"I was until the hat." He admitted. He then picked the hat from his head and placed it on hers. "Looks better on you."

"Well, aren't you sweet?" She giggled.

Alice leaned down and pressed her lips to his.