Objectively speaking, Mickey is not the smartest familiar. (Does a field mouse that refuses to leave even count as a familiar?) But she certainly does know what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. Especially when the ice cream isn't being served up by an ex-politician feline. Mickey could stand to learn some manners though and in an effort to avoid her being discovered later this evening half-comatose in one of the serving bowls, Eddy's letting her pick out her own dessert bowl. Somewhere, maybe, under layers of garbage is actual ice cream.

Next up on the toppings bar is... shrimp chips. She nibbles his thumb. "You've got to be kidding." She nibbles harder. Eddy begrudgingly adds a couple shrimp chips to the mountain. Good thing this isn't a pay by the ounce deal.