Today I just flipped through the pages and came upon page 136. Haha, I would have also tried licking/eating the walls.
Marietta was bewitched; magic was ingrained into the very fabric of this world.
“The palace, the gingerbread chalets and huts in the town, the marzipan whirls of apartment suites and cobblestones, all of it is locked in an immutable state. Spellbound to remain frozen. If you attempted to eat any of it, you’d break your teeth. Even the moose are wise enough not to take a nibble.”
Marietta was vaguely insulted. “I am certain I possess more intelligence than a moose,” she told Dellara, who shrugged and resumed examining her wardrobe.