Renart follows, half-wondering if the ease of finding the entrance-or-exit was in part due to Zephyr. Maybe, who knows. Either way she'll have to come back later to try for that whole grand prize thing again.

"Not candy apples, but there's a tree made out of chocolate that way," she gestures in one direction. "And my home has chocolate croissants and a shrub that grows macarons."

Because obviously a French foxlady is going to have magical plants growing French confectioneries.