Teddybear

"Right. What do you need me to do?"

"Two millenia and still decorating your house like a freshman dorm room?" she said, ignoring is question.

She raised an eyebrow. "You seem a little young for that." (idk if I mentioned her age but at this point she's like 18. since they're discussing ages it could ...

"I've never had time for theatre," she said, following loosely behind.

"So you're some kind of royalty then?" Queenie half-joked, taking in the room. The location, 'holding court', it all implied status.

As she followed her phone began to vibrate in her pocket. She checked the caller ID and sent it to voicemail. It was probably nothing.

She dropped his stone in his hands. "Sure."

Queenie spotted him in the distance and approached. "Love the real specific directions."

Queenie stepped out into the sun and stared out at the land. Why hadn't he given her any further instructions?

She followed it through the rock.

"Yeah, yeah." She picked up the stone and turned back to the rock face. With a sigh she pressed a hand to the stone.

"Just walk through the rock?"

Queenie debated summoning the elf again. Maybe there was a trick to it she wasn't getting. Most of the trap doors and hidden compartments in her house were biometric. Maybe ...

She shook her head. This was a waste of time.

She sighed. Great. Prank or puzzle? This was a lot of effort to go to for a prank, but then again, she'd seen people go further for less. She examined ...