Chris has got spliff in the pockets of his trousers, just a bit that he's gotten from that bloke Walter up at the compound— he was right mental, he was— but he's pushing it back in just as the dog's trying to get at it. Chris has seen dogs on spliff before, and it's not a pretty sight.

"Hey, watch it, yeah? That's not for you," he says, scratching the dog behind the ears even as Claire's pulled him off. That's the one thing about frogs, though, they don't really go attacking your face with their little dog mouths. Or frog mouths, for that matter. Mostly Anwar just hops about and eats insects.

"And... Maxxie's birthday's tomorrow, and he wants a crown and a throne for his party. The best I can think up is like... a chair from the compound or somethin'. With like... a blanket. I dunno."

Somehow though, Chris reckoned that wouldn't go over too well.