“These are the keys,” she explains of triangular rocks she’s gathered when finally I join her atop the castle. “This one is yours,” she says, handing me one. “Put it in your pocket.” I always end up with rocks in my pockets.
She scurries to another area and begins speaking with a British accent. “This lever will melt the world if you pull it,” she says of a long stone loosely fitted among a stack of other rocks.
“Wow, that’s powerful,” I say.