Beauty leaned back on her heels and thought. How had she met T... Ohhhh, yes.... She brightened.
"I was standing right where you were, and I fell in love with his horse! So naturally, he let me in -- and we've been friends ever since. Have you met Horse?"
As if on cue, a clomping signified the appearance of the great white beastie. He nudged his muzzle up against her shoulder and Beauty beamed, tossing one arm up around that great muscular neck and patting. "This one! Horse, this is...."
Beauty paused, then blushed bright red. "Oh dear gracious me," she exclaimed, the French of her accent coming in more noticeably. "Where are my manners? My name is Beauty -- well, Honour. Honour Bellaforte... But most everyone calls me 'Beauty.' Well, Ted calls me 'Honour.' But I think Charlie calls m... I'm sorry. What's your name?" She looked rather sheepish.