"You wouldn't be far off," Claire grinned, before leaning over the counter and tilting her head in an effort to see to the rec room, where the dog had last slipped out of her arms. It was a bit easier those days to keep track of the Pomeranian, who at the very least, didn't like cold much. Although, she noted with slight exasperation, the sight of it always made Mr. Muggles forget that fact as he ran out into the powder, covering himself with snow before dragging it all back inside with a petulant whine.

She whistled, patting the counter. "Mr. Muggles," Claire wheedled. "Mr. Muggles, someone wants to meet you."

Obedient for once, a tiny set of paws began clamoring over for the kitchen as the dog panted up at the stranger, running in circles around Jacob's ankles.