its that time again [pongo]

"Thank you for the cookies! I'll see you tomorrow!" Pongo called to the closing door of the room he just left. He was surprised he was not overweight. So many people seemed to think they needed to reward him for delivering their mail. And he didn't mind cookies, or delivering their mail. He popped the last cookie into his mouth, chewing as he reached into the bag that slapped against his hip as he walked. The package he pulled out was heavier than anticipated. He hurriedly shifted so the box was balanced between his arms. He looked at the name on the box. 
"Everest Viola Emerson"
He fought the grin that crept onto his face. He loved seeing Eve. She was always so much fun to talk to! With a ski p in his step he moved down the corridor of the palace. Eve's laboratory was at the end of this hall way, a very long hall. And apparently no one else but Eve needed mail. She got a lot of mail. 
At long last, he arrived at her door. He was about to knock, shifting the package so it rested on his hip, then stopped. His watch said 1:59. Not 2 o'clock yet. He should probably wait. 
And wait he did. 
10 seconds. 
8 seconds. 
5 seconds.
2 seconds. 
Now he could knock. His knuckles rapped against he wood of the door, then he shifted the package back into his hands. 
"One incredibly heavy box for a Ms Emerson." He chimed at the door swung open. 

Pongo bit back a smile as he shouldered the weight of the box once again. Walking over to the table, he arched his back to give him a slight height boost to get the box on the table. He rested his elbow on the top of the box. 
"I'm going to need you to sign for this one. What is in here anyway?" He asked, digging through his bag. 
He found his package paper and a pen and handed them to her, then he looked around the room. 
There were plants everywhere, and some of them he didn't recognize. 
"Are these new?" He asked, reaching out to touch the leaves. 

Pongo drew his hand back slightly. then glanced over his shoulder at her.
"What got you started on the age of Wonderland?' he asked incredulously. "Do you really think something like this could just pop up?" He fingered the first plant he had looked at, not the orange ones.

He thought about it. Wonderland seemed familiar. But in a dejavu way, not in a I've-been-here-before way. Could Wonderland have just cropped up? And could plants tell how old a place really was?

"Alright, you have peeked my interest. Show me how this dohickey works and I'll let you know if it was worth your money and my walking here to give it to you." He knew full well that he knew nothing about whatever was in that box, but he just loved seeing her smile. And while he was interested in her question, he had more pressing concerns. Like what kind of meat to buy at the grocery store. 

Roger walked as Eve walked over to the box. She seemed so in her element here, like she was doing exactly what she wanted to do. Sometimes he felt that way, but other times... he knew what she meant about their memories just popping away. Sometimes he felt like he could almost remember something else, something very different from the memories he was making down. But the most he got was fragments, feelings. Black and white, fear and intense determination. But what could those things have to do with each other?
"So you are saying we just showed up here, and don't remember anything? That makes sense... but so really strange at the same time." He commented, his usual light air was fading as he contemplated someone or something taking his memories away. 
He stepped up to the device and stuck his eye on the eyepiece. A beautiful and brilliant picture came into focus. Hundreds of different shades of green competed for his attention at the same time and small shapes, both familiar and unfamiliar, fought for the limelight. He felt his breath leave in a hurry. 
"Wow, I can see why you do this all day every day." he commented. "I feel so tiny."
He stood up straight with a confused look on his face, "But what can that tell you about how long Wonderland has been here?"


@eve

Her last comment perked his interest. 

"I could get you some plants from the forest." he assured her. "Actually my route takes me that way tomorrow. I could bring them to you." 

He felt himself getting excited about this experiment Eve was doing. She had said they were tiny. But if he had to think of what felt right... he felt too big.  He couldn't explain it. It wasn't like he was fat. Quite the contrary. He was not fat. But he felt too big. Sometimes when he woke up at night he could almost remember his dreams. Those dreams always had spots. But he could never understand that. If he remembered anything else about his dreams, the spots seemed insignificant. Being chased by old cars, running across the country side. What did that have to do with spots?
He shook his head slightly, and neither of those things had to do with what was happening right now. 

"What kind of plants do you need? I pass some strange things out there." he told her.