JTP hands me what first appears to be a tiny envelope constructed from sticky notes. I take it from him and examine it curiously. I pull up on a corner in an attempt to open it and it takes on a life of its own, somehow blossoming into a tiny origami sculpture that I gaze at wondrously as it unfolds in the palm of my hand. When unfurling is complete, at the center of the top is a wee card that I remove and read. Kiss me, it says. Like the beverages and cakes in Wonderland that demand to be drunk and eaten. I like to do things dramatically yet mysteriously at the same time, says JTP with a smile. I comply with the instructions on the card. Resistance was futile.