Chanel, possibly hypocritically, is glad to see Eddy’s spoon go blue. She worries about him, sometimes. He’s just so quiet, getting a bead on his real feelings is often really hard. So this is an affirmation. He’s happy. And her own spoon isn’t budging either, which she tries to cover by tucking it into her arm so she can reach out and scratch Mickey’s tiny ears, risking nibbles of her own.

“Well, she deserves to be spoilt, don’t you,” she further sores on the baby darling. She tilts her head at the ice cream monstrosity she forced Eddy to create, and continues addressing the mouse directly. “And anyway, if your dad ate all that by himself, he’d never fit into his homecoming outfit, so you’re helping.”