"Always make a good team," Eddy agrees, beaming back at her with a shared confidence he rarely feels. (And also some lingering relief that they've been able to save a former public official without having to become intimately familiar with the taste of Fancy Feast.) He takes a few moments to become comfortable with the weight of the pen and then launches it onto the desk like a javelin before hoisting himself back up as well.

Then he peers back down over the side at Chanel. "Need a hand?"