He came back from the bathroom, hands now wrapped loosely in bandages. Though he only bandaged them to avoid getting blood in the food he intended to making within a moment. "No, not yet. The cake ended up burning a little bit, not fit at all to be served at a tea party." An annoyed frown returned to his lips at the remembrance of such a mistake. It had taken a bit of willpower not to just smash and throw the cake itself, though he wasn't sure why he didn't do so. There was nothing and no one holding him back from doing so. But then again, cleaning up a cake took much more effort compared to a few shards of glass. For a moment he considered the Hatter's other question, watching as he peered under the sink. It had certainly been one of Louis' more peculiar sleeping areas, and he'd wondered how he'd gotten in there, and comfortable. "....I don't know where Louis is, I haven't fetched him yet. But he's no doubt asleep somewhere." Alix informed the Hatter, pulling out new ingredients to start anew again. They were running out of tea sets, and regular plates and cups, along with ingredients for food in general, as Alix never bothered to restrain himself when he felt angered by his mistakes.