Cheshire's joke made Mari's mood lighten up - not that it was a difficult thing to do. Hadn't it been for her usually good humor, she'd probably have gone crazy already. Or crazier. The girl fixed her blouse and let out a laugh.<br/><br/>"Ouch. Don't make me laugh, Chesh. My headache is still here and going strong", she complained, jokingly. The headache was still there, but it was starting to fade and it wasn't like it was new to her.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Kitten, I'll be okay. And it's my job to look pretty and sweet, and all that jazz." She waved as the illusion moved away,  already used to Cheshire's illusions coming and going. Or maybe, just maybe, she was so deep into her madness she couldn't tell the difference.<br/><br/>"All righty, people will be here soon", she said to herself, in an almost singsong way, "and we've gotta keep them happy. And then,  maybe, we can get this old head checked out. Or not. Ugh, remember, come on!", she added, tapping her forehead. "Work, damn, just remember SOMETHING. Anything. This is futile."<br/><br/>As she shrugged, Mari took another look around and waved at Rita with one of those bright smiles. "Hey, girl. I'll drop by there later, keep something nice there for me, will ya?"