“If we knock over one more bookcase,” Cary whispered, giggling, “the Royal Librarian might actually turn us into frogs.”

While Cary engaged Reginald in a battle of wits (mostly consisting of her offering him a cracker to calm him down), Lili managed to scoop a handful of the shimmering blue berries into a small glass vial she had brought along.

The illustrations (or descriptions, if you're reading the prose version) are vibrant, moving away from the stiff pinks and purples of traditional royalty and embracing a palette of "explorer greens" and "adventure blues." Conclusion

Lili curtsied. Cary bowed. Then they both burst out laughing because curtsying to a giggling tree felt wonderfully absurd.