Hearing her say that about the beaten path was music to his ears. He wasn't so good at following the rules - or the paths - himself. Hanging back a little from the well, he frowned as Wade went as far as to practically lean over it.

"Or Oz, for that matter. Er, do be careful. The edges do tend to get slippery and I no longer have the mile long scarf to pull you back up with."

Hands going into his trousers pockets, he looked around the clearing as if spying for a direction to go, "It seems a little... over done even for the castle, the path itself just for the-- oh, of course."

Rummaging around in his pockets he found a coin, red and triangular. Handing that out towards Wade and next unable to help himself he stood on tiptoes to look over the lip from where he was. "I'd say make a wish but we know what happens with that. How deep do you think it is?"