Mad as a Hatter

"Well, if it isn't the March Heiress," a voice says. You turn towards the voice, and see a short man dressed in a bright-purple tuxedo with an oversized, garish bowtie and top-hat.

"No, I'm not," you explain. "I don't seem to be in my own form at the moment."

"Ah, perhaps you should return it then!" the strange little man giggles. "But first, perhaps you'd like to join me for some tea and biscuits?"