The dog whines softly, still begging until Fenton finally holds out a strip of bacon, which he snaps up eagerly.

"I really need to stop spoiling you," he sighs, wiping his hands. Looking up at her, he smiles. "Thanks for keeping his attention, though. He tends to run off on me sometimes." He holds out a hand. "The name's Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera. And you've met Atom, of course."

The dog yaps happily.