"All those precious memories... Well, it's yours, if you'd like it back. Only, I need a bit of help first. My back isn't what it used to be- you don't mind, do you?" Granny points at the kitchen door and, album tucked under her arm, makes her way towards the kitchen.
Should he decide to follow her, she's making her way towards the back corner of the kitchen. It's a very ordinary witch's kitchen, really- cauldron over the fire with the stew bubbling in it, decorative plates hanging on the walls, a row of huge cages in the back corner...