"YES!!!!" Dorian took off through the house, tearing around at high speeds hunting down his treasured carbs in a way only a hyperactive puppyboy could.

Oh no, Jack. What have you done?

There was a crash, and a bang, and a thump, and he reappeared, clutching a cardboard box triumphantly. "She tried to hide 'em on top of the fridge! But laying down flat, so they were harder to see."