That...didn't answer his question, for starters. In fact, now Teddy had a lot more. Mostly variations of 'What the hell?'. He froze when she just got up and walked into the closet, not sure what he was supposed to do with this situation. Was she trying to tell him something? Had she found the door to Narnia? And he was still glued to his seat, staring, when she came out, and wasn't quite prepared to move even at her instruction. Teddy just couldn't fathom how she had interpreted his question to respond like this.
He wasn't going to risk asking any more now, anyway. What if she started doing backflips? So he slowly drew himself out of the chair, patiently expectant, ready to be the obedient follower until all was revealed. He'd waited on weirder answers, he was sure.