Dogs can't eat chocolate. [He says ever so matter-of-factly. Surely the dog expert would be aware of that much!]

I suppose Bickie will just have to share until we can find something more suitable. I imagine it won't need much more than a few spoonfuls. [Which would have been a tragic loss to his cake.] And I was not molesting it.

[He crinkles his nose at Bro, setting Napoleon on the floor of the kitchen so he can skitter around while Murdoc looks for what's important.] I could tell that the instant I walked in, actually. It might not bother you but I have to keep a certain amount of elves in order to maintain such a big home, you know.