He hums, and looks to genuinely consider the question.

(It pains him to find company in humans, but, well — better than twiddling his thumbs. He supposes.)

"... the Iguazú Falls, in Argentina."

He snaps his fingers, and suddenly they're out of the maze — away from that tormenting tower that Willow seemed to dislike so much. They stand on a long bridge impossibly high, and it overlooks a very gorgeous landscape full of waterfalls and lush green trees.