"Alice," a tilt of her head, like a small curtsy-ish motion without the rest of her following through, given she held a tin of cookies; even if the skirts of her dress briefly floated up in the motion, fluttering back in to place. "My sister is also named Alice, but I think it's easy to tell us apart once you've met either of us."

That was underestimating a little bit, given stark personalities, but it would be a lie that even then to say they were not at all alike, too. Still, easy to pinpoint who she spoke of if he'd ran in to the darker of the two first.

"You're welcome to more of the tin as well- and tea, of course!"