In the back of Apple Kid's mind, some synapses fired. He'd heard that name before. On a rooftop. Where a long-legged rag-clad tramp (vagabond? acrobat?) had kicked his invention off of the roof and broken it.

A mouse popped up out of the front pocket of his overalls and looked at her. They both stared at her for like the most awkward thirty seconds of silence ever.

Finally Apple Kid said, "What's Lake Hylia?"