Gretel blinked. Then, more staring before her shoulders relaxed, if only a little.
"Well you got part of it right," she finally said, shaking her head a bit and leaning back against the wooden booth. "Left out the three-hundred some witches we burned in the following twenty years, but who's counting, right?"
She met his eyes, and slightly arched a brow. "Not sure where bread crumbs come in- besides that's pretty much all we ate for several years."