Laughter sparkles in her glance at the way Caspian so gently and deftly manages the Bear, but she keeps it inside, not wanting to offend the dear creature. Susan bends down and scoops up a particularly nice apple, which she offers to Caspian before she observes, cheerfully, "Mayhap not. But rain helps the apples grow, so it'll all be to the good any road."
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