"Thanks," she said graciously. "It's kind of a family trait. Mother can dance, my sister can dance, and even my brother can, though he won't admit it." Suddenly yipping can be heard as a small dog comes running into the kitchen. He looks up at Apollo suspiciously, yipping but not being aggressive, yet. "Aw, there you are, baby. You were sleeping again, weren't you? Apollo, this is my dog, Thor."