His struggle probably isn’t amusing, and she imagines there’s a very good reason Eddy is so on edge. She doesn’t quite trust the fraying cardboard box that the bearret’s crouching over, but she’s not so cautious. She crouches down and starts rifling through, gently amused despite the circumstances. “...so it’s not just Lukashenko.” She holds up a pudding cup to Eddy. Just about half kidding. “Need one too?”