Dumas grinned in relief as Oliver burst out of the portal.  He was glad that nothing bad had happened to The White Rabbit.  Although admittedly, Oliver did seem rather traumatized by his trip, babbling about some mysterious beasts called frogs.  Dumas wanted to ask for details, but Oliver barely gave them a chance to speak before dashing off into the trees.  After watching him go, Dumas returned his attention to Cheshire.<br/><br/>A strange warmth tickled Dumas’s skin wherever it felt pressure from the arm draped across his shoulder.  Despite Deidre’s efforts to keep her brother innocent, he was starting to experience certain desires -- although he didn’t really understand what those desires were, or even who they should be directed at.  Confused, Dumas focused on a more familiar craving.  “Candy?  Really?”<br/><br/>Deidre’s lips curved into a slightly cynical smile.  She doubted Cheshire’s description of the human world, just as she’d learned to doubt almost everything he said.  But on this occasion, his mischief was working in her favor.  She’d spent months trying to convince her brother to accompany her through one of the portals.  Maybe this would finally change his mind.  “Imagine that.  Candy on every tree, just waiting to be plucked.  Maybe cakes and tarts too.  Like the best tea party ever.  Isn’t that right, Cheshire?”<br/><br/>Entranced, Dumas leaned closer to the portal, as if he could catch a glimpse of the wonders being described within it.