Madeline, looking around once as if she might need something nearby on a grand adventure, gathered her skirts and hopped down from the stool. Dashing after St. Vicar, she followed him outside and turned, clearing her throat before wordlessly swirling her finger at the hand-carved building. With an amusing popping noise it shrank to the size of a large acorn and deposited itself in Madeline's palm ... at which point she encased it in a slightly larger acorn shell and slipped it into her satchel.

[b]"I've never been on an adventure before! ... are ... are you sure you don't mind me tagging along?"[/b]