"What's this?" she asked.
Using the remote, Malcolm killed the sound and looked her way. "Rock & roll, baby," he declared rhapsodically.
Wendy nodded. "I thought so," she replied, folding her arms across her chest. She'd just wait him out, wait until his menopausal seizure had passed.
"Now, what've you got for me?"
"Milk Bone," she said with a smile, holding it out. Malcolm approached, snatched the dog biscuit between his jaws, then licked Wendy's hand.
"That's a good boy!"