Oh, Emma could do worse than doll clothes, if she set her mind to it. She could always try and make him hold still and paint his little puppy toes, in the interests of Science to see if his nails were painted when he changed back.

She darted ahead of him in the lobby, pushing open the front door so he could go outside. "I'm going to just wait on the deck while you...do whatever," she sighed, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "Come jump on me when you're done?"