In The Forest of Arden...
Ariadne remembered that, as a teenager, her and her juvenile delinquent friends used to wander around the city of Boston, making fun of all the tourists who stared up like stunned rodents at the tall buildings and the flashy attractions like Fenway Park or the Boston Gardens. She vowed, even when she moved to Los Angeles, that she'd never do anything like that herself.
And yet, here she was, gaping at the massive trees that made the California redwoods look like a cute grove of willow trees. It was like everything else here in Amber, it seemed. They looked like they had been growing and getting better since the Dawn of Time. It took the old expression "Like this, but on steroids" to a bizarre degree.
Pulling her gaze away from the oppressive but impressive trees, she admired the log cabin, which she presumed was much more impressive than some goofy forest ranger house back home.
She nodded and smiled at Julian.
"Yes, I appreciate your time, Uncle Julian. And I had a question for you, before we got started, if you don't mind"