"I won the doting father lottery," Maggie admits, because she knows that only great willpower and the desire to instill personal responsibility in his daughter keep him from indulging her every whim. "Charlie is a remarkable bastion of sanity, though. Pity Bella couldn't inherit any."

The comment on Bella's appeal prompts a warm laugh. " 'Finally, a bit of peace and quiet!' I wouldn't be surprised."

Twilight's vampire lore is just strange. Maggie grins as she sees one of the dogs approaching, rearranging herself so that he can awkwardly hop onto her lap. It's a big leap for such a small dog. "Your namesake would be appalled," she croons to him.

Stoker, if Stefan feels like inferring the dog's name.