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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6717053" data-attributes="member: 11146">Brue cringed at the use of her full name.  "I don't like gnomes," she replied in a tone devoid of savoir faire.  Dark eyebrows knitted together in a frown at Lorenzo's continued flow of words.  When he slapped at his armor, however, Brue finally cued in to his levity.  She permitted herself a grin.  "Maybe that's an understatement."  The pair reached the courtyard--the others having gone ahead--and Brue caught sight of the donkey.  "Joté!" she exclaimed in a voice full of joy.  Surging forward, Brue fished in her pocket and produced a half-eaten apple.  She offered the prize to the beast of burden, stroking his muzzle and whispering softly to him.  The donkey appeared to give no notice to her entreaty; he accepted the gift of the apple, chewing solemnly.</blockquote>