Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland, nor Avatar: The last Air Bender.

NOTES: I decided…this is to be a two shot. Any other updates to this in the future would solely be partners to this tale or something like that.

Summary:

What happens when a tea lover from another world clashes with the wondrous world of Underland? What will all the creatures and plants alike think of the new yet odd incomer? Most of all, how did he get there?

Iroh was awed at the sight before him as he and the dormouse approached a long table made up of several smaller ones. The long table was covered in more than one table cloth; each cloth having their own distinct pattern and color. Seated at the table was a hare and a man with an odd decorated hat. A small smile crossed his features as he exhaled the smell of fresh tea.

"Hello" Iroh spoke, smiling. "You two must be March Hare and Mad Hatter. I'm Iroh-"

Laughing crazily, the March Hare jumped around, and mumbled some words to the Mad Hatter. Nodding quickly, the hare grabbed a tea cup, and threw it towards the new guest, screaming "You're late for tea!"

Iroh had been too shocked and surprised to stop himself from using his bending to stop the tea cup from hitting him head on. As the fire escaped his finger tips, he heard gasps coming from his new friends.

Iroh was quick to try and apologize. "I am sorry. I did not mean to use my bending…I…" Iroh sighed, and lowered his head, too shamed to look them in the eyes.

There was a moment of silence as everyone stared at Iroh in awe. Suddenly, the silence was broken with loud, crazy laughter.

Confused, Iroh slowly raised his head.

"How did you do that?" asked Mally, slightly amazed, but there was a small hint of fright that she failed to hide.

He shrugged. "All fire benders can manifest fire from their finger tips"

"I never heard of a bender before" replied Mally.

"Well I've never heard of talking animals that drink tea until today" Iroh retorted back.

The dormouse put her paws up in front of her in surrender. "Okay, okay. You have a point."

Ever the one to spot out incoming conversations filled with tension, the Mad Hatter cleared his throat, quite loudly.

Clasping his hands together, he said "So…how about some tea?"

Iroh smiled, nodding. "Yes please."

"Sit, sit." the Mad Hatter insisted as he poured the steaming liquid into one of the tea cups.

Taking the offered tea, Iroh sat down in one of the many empty chairs. As he took a sip, Iroh's eyes lit in delight, and he complimented the Mad Hatter on the tea, "This is really good tea!"

The Mad Hatter smiled at his guest. "Thank you."

"If you don't mind me asking…what kind of tea is this?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" the hatter asked, "It's tea. Just tea."

Iroh shook his head. "Tea can never be just tea." he explained, "There's different kinds of tea. One of the many types being Jasmine tea - also one of my favorites." As Iroh went off on his rant about tea and all the different types, the Mad Hatter looked at the dormouse in question.

"He's not from Underland…" said Mally in response to the look.

The Mad Hatter nodded, returning his attention back to Iroh. "Iroh." he said.

"Sorry - I'm done." mumbled Iroh, stopping his rambling.

"So…Mally says you're not from here…is that right?" he asked.

Iroh nodded. "Isn't it obvious?"

"No…yes…no….yes….no…yes!" yelled out March Hare, trying to pour tea into a broken tea cup.

An eyebrow arched up, and Iroh told the hare, "You do know…the tea cup is broken…all you're doing is wasting wonderful tea."

The March Hare stopped pouring the tea, and glanced up at the man, a crazy look in his eyes.

"Really?" he asked, stretching at the 'y' so far that it sounded like an 'e'.

Gulping, Iroh nodded. "Yeah…"

The March Hare glanced at the teacup he had been trying to pour tea in, and then back at Iroh. "Oh…so it is."

Iroh remained silent, and after a while, the hare went back to pouring tea into the broken teacup.

"You'll have to excuse my friend. He's not all there, if you know what I mean." The Mad Hatter said, before cracking up in laughter.

On top of the table beside many of the teacups, Mally giggled softly.

Iroh glanced around, and saw that he was indeed surrounded by a bunch of loonies. Taking another sip from his tea, he tried to ignore the scenes that played out before him. He could not keep his eyes glued to the liquid in his teacup as his eyes darted from the March Hare, who still attempted to pour tea into a broken teacup; the Mad Hatter, who was laughing very loudly; to the dormouse, who was laying on the table, having a fit of giggles.

Iroh cleared his throat, loudly. He sighed relieved when the madness stopped.

"Iroh," The Mad Hatter addressed the old man.

"Yeah…Mad Hatter?" Iroh replied.

"Can you answer me something?" the Mad Hatter asked him.

Unsure of whether he should say yes or no, Iroh nodded slowly.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" he asked, followed by a small giggle.

"Let me think about it." Iroh said, and tapped his chin in thought.

After a few minutes the Mad Hatter asked "Well? Do you have an answer?"

"There's many possible answers" commented Iroh, "But one answer sticks out the most to me."

"What's the answer?"

"Before I say, I must know one thing - have you the slightest idea who the poet Edgar Allen Poe is?"

The Mad Hatter began to nod, before shaking his head. "No."

"Well all you have to know to understand where my answer is coming from is that Poe was a poet, and one of his poems were about a raven…" Iroh explained, "And, so my answer to your riddle is this: Poe wrote on both."

The Mad Hatter went silent, and for a moment Iroh feared that he had been incorrect.

Laughing, he said "Closest anyone has ever gotten!"

"You mean I was wrong?"

"Nope"

"So I was right?"

"Uh, uh"

"Then what was I?" Iroh asked, confused.

The Mad Hatter howled with laughter. He laughed and laughed until his sides hurt.

"Hatter!" yelled Iroh, growing irritated.

His laughter ceasing, the Mad Hatter explained the riddle, "There is no wrong nor right answer - actually, there is no answer at all."

"But that doesn't make sense." Iroh said, questioning the Mad Hatter's logic.

"Exactly!" laughed the Mad Hatter.

"There has to be an answer. Every question and riddle I've ever heard has had an answer, so why not this riddle?"

The Mad Hatter sighed, refilling his empty tea cup. "Iroh, I think you're forgetting where you're at."

"I'm in Underland" Iroh said, proving that he did remember.

"Okay so you do remember where you're at…" the Mad Hatter replied, "but you seem to forget that things that would not make sense in your world make perfect sense in Underland."

Iroh sighed, rubbing his temples.

"More tea?" The Mad Hatter asked even as he refilled Iroh's almost empty teacup.

"Something on your mind?" asked Mad Hatter. Even though he might be insane, he was in no way oblivious to others' discomfort.

"I think I've gone mad." answered Iroh, a serious look in his eyes.

The Mad Hatter cracked up in laughter. "Haven't we all?"

Yawning, Iroh whispered "I guess…"

"Tired already?" asked the Mad Hatter, glancing at his pocket watch. "It's only a quarter to four!" In truth, the pocket watch no longer ticked and had been a quarter away from four for as long as the Mad Hatter could remember, but Iroh didn't need to know that.

"It's been a long day." replied Iroh. "It's been nice meeting you…but" a yawn interrupted his speech.

The Mad Hatter, March Hare, and Mally waved their friend goodbye as his eyes began to slowly shut, and the world before him faded away. He could see glimpses of the day's events slowly fading into the dark as time seemed to reverse itself.

He groaned as the bright sunrays hit his face. Opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings. He sat up, leaning his back against the nearby tree.

"It was just a dream?" he questioned, unsure. "But it felt so real."

"Uncle!" he heard his nephew call out to him.

"Coming!" he yelled back, as he stood. What was he doing out here in the first place again? Oh, right, he thought to himself, special tea leaves. Grabbing a handful of leaves, he hurried back to where his nephew waited.

ENDING NOTES:Well, I think this is a good ending - do you agree? I didn't want to drag this tale on for too long. Remember, this was just for fun purposes only.