"I— Uh—" Eddy sputters in a truly eloquent manner. There are no burbling bear growls coming from the brown substance, or soft jingles from his back pocket. Just a bearret trying to enjoy a cup of creamy processed sugar sludge. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, he has to tug his belt chains free of some briar branches before he can join her and knocks into the bucket, causing more clatter.

"Sorry," he grimaces, apologizing to both Audrey and Bearigold. "Was a thing. Before."

That explains a lot.