Okay. A talking dog. That's not what Sunshine was expecting, but Spike's not writhing on the floor anymore, so she's going to go ahead and count it as a win.

"So… you have a talking dog," she observes as they both walk back towards her. To her credit, she's not grinning as broadly as she could be. But, come on. It's pretty adorable.

The bee leaves the chair, hovering curiously in the air between Spike and Sunshine. There's just a rash of talking creatures here. "Where do you think we are?" she asks, watching the bee.