Caro follows along, puppy trailing along behind. She ends up sort of hovering awkwardly in the doorway as Charlie shows off the skull.

She... really doesn't know what to do with herself. So she turns and looks, and sure enough, she has a little fuzzy barky shadow. Well okay. She leans down and scoops the puppy up and holds him, mostly for something to do. He's very cute.

"Oh eurgh, let's not," she says, wrinkling her nose as the puppy licks her face. Dog breath. Nice.