There was actually no joke to laugh at; Gretel's amused chuckle was for herself, and her general use of red had no connection to an indigenous people she'd never known about, let alone a racial slur. To her, he was a giant man, who happened to be very, very red.
"Strange. It's like the crystals in witchs' wands," she said, peering curiously at the gem in his brow. "But more...benevolent." She met his eyes again, each time with less inhibition and more curiosity. "Do you have a favorite food? What do you dream of?"