"Is it?" Bob breathes, still staring, puzzled, at his iPhone's screen.

He does not, in fact, think that it's Claire's fault.

But his phone is really, really certain that the tentacle monster reaching into the microwave after the pizza really is a dog – a dog straining nose-first into the microwave, in fact.

"I'm stumped," he announces. Loudly, over the cacophonous music. "D'you have a song to turn it back into a dog, love?"