"Oh no," she laughs in something like a delighted horror. She can imagine it, and she can sympathise. Not so much the pet rabbit - that seems very posh, very British - but the lost pet and the ridiculous, faintly rude name.

"Well, you have a puppy right now," she continues, although her tone is a bit more thoughtful.

She'd needed salt. Wanted it, earned for it, worried about its lack. And there, a box of it arrived.

He'd wanted a dog, and now one has appeared.