Whatever a fairytale was, Gretel couldn't say. She'd never met a fairy, never mind one that told stories, but until recently she'd never encountered a troll either and now they had one ready and able to help as needed.
Because apparently trolls served witches, and Gretel was one. Hooray. Edward was handy, even if he did try to eat the local livestock. Gretel didn't hold it against him. Everyone needed to eat.
She ignored the byplay, trying to find the calm, quiet center in her brain that allowed her to handle most weird bullshit without entering into the hysterics she'd seen plenty of others indulge whenever they encountered something outside of their normal daily experiences; breathe, focus, and then... move. Only this time it was letting Gale whisk her around a dancefloor instead of running full-tilt at a witch. Still felt dangerous, though. Her heart still tripped, even if Gretel's feet somehow managed not to do the same.
When they couldn't stop, however, her expression tightened. "Hansel," she called, looking around for her brother, "We can't stop." It was a curse, clearly. They'd seen plenty in action, but dancing was a new one. On the up side, it wasn't eating bugs until someone literally burst (nasty way to go), but on the down side, it was going to get really tiresome in short order. She tightened her grip on Gale and dutifully kept waltzing, trusting that he could hold the rhythm while she tried to recall anything useful to put an end to this.