"Oh, it is delightful to consider," she says, switching into a pantomimed expression of thoughtfulness. Though, after a moment, the look fades. "Though... I suppose I will have to ask my Queen, first. It's possible that she may ask to take you as her own, but I hope not. You seem like you'll be fun."

As she speaks, she'll gesture, and an ordinary looking tree hollow in the trunk behind him hill begin to crack, opening wide like an predator's maw.