Ford laughed again. This fellow was like a caricature of a person from a magazine, but in the best possible way. He recalled how Dodonus had proclaimed that they'd become friends the last time they met, and now he felt certain it was true, because how could Ford not have considered him a friend when he was so intriguing and delightful to spend time with? He may have been uncomfortable with some of the oddities of this place initially, but under the enchanted sky that all faded away.

"I'll do that," he grinned. "So long as your gnomes spare my ankles."

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