Laurel looked over to see if Emma was joking. When she didn't see much sign of a joke, she shook her head slightly and resolved herself not to ask. As curious as that statement was, she probably didn't need more nightmares.
"The workshop it is," she agreed, following Emma towards the building.
The elves were too involved in their conversation to notice the two blondes slipping through the doors. Inside, the workshop had brightly colored walls and candy striped conveyor belts. There were a few elves working away on items as they flew by on the belts, but it seemed as though some were on a break because the workshop was only about half full with workers.
Laurel looked at Emma, prepared to follow her lead for the moment.