Oh, my litttle flashlight

So she was to leave the choice of task up to him. Wasn't really the way a trade worked, per say, but he supposed it was enough a challenge that she forced him to get creative. She couldn't always be in charge of leading the game, after all. He'd hardly be a fair story partner if he let her do all the work. "Hmm, a task perhaps, or a tale from the lands of my princehood? Mayhaps you could give me trials, though what labors a frog could do I don't know. After all, I have not been one long." He couldn't help but smile, and his mind went to Hercules and his 12 labors. He'd always loved that tale, though the ending was decidedly gruesome. As were most tales heard in his youth.

He wouldn't mind giving her a tale, in fact might enjoy practicing his chops against her own expertise, but was unsure if she ever tired of them. They seemed to forever fall the focus, and so he gave the option among many instead of alone. She was an all powerful witch, though, so what besides knowledge he could offer he wasn't sure. Maybe there was a magical item he could retrieve, or a creature he could try to best with his frog-like fighting skills. Jupiter almighty, wouldn't that be a sight to see?!