Of all the dragon keepers they occasionally hosted at Fairtree Farm, Howell was always the oddest. Oh, Enid was well pleased that he had taken Gwyn under his proverbial wing, but she had never heard him say more than five words in a row, and even though she was fairly reserved herself, Enid was never entirely sure what to do with people who were this awkward when she wasn't healing them. And as the eldest Glynn sister, she supposed she was going to have to try to protect him from the twins today. Especially because Ma had hijacked Gwyn to get her sizes for her Christmas knitting.

Enid took Mr. Howell's nod as an invitation to try and talk to him. "Gwyn should have told you to bring your dog," Enid said, trying for something that Mr. Howell had to be interested in. "Ours are always happy to romp about."

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