That sounded easy enough. Gwen pulled her secondhand gloves out of her bag and set her bag down in the grass. Wait. By de-gnoming...they weren't going to hurt the cute little guys, were they? Because as far as Gwen could tell, they were only a little bit of a nuisance. Nothing that would hurt them, and she didn't believe in hurting things that weren't hurting her first.

She followed the crowd through the gate, looking up at Professor Thompson as she passed him. An older kid was standing there asking the question that was on her mind, so she waited for the answer. It wasn't like setting mouse traps or spraying ant poison? Were they going to be okay? Because Gwen kinda actually wanted one as a pet.