Eddy's smile in return is awkward, but similarly relieved. Chanel is something. There's probably a word for it. But finding the right word for things isn't among Eddy's talents. Good friend works. Feeling strange around Chanel was just.. strange. Not good.

He tuts softly at the exchange going on at Chanel's fingertips. She spoils Mickey as badly as he does. The offered piece of bread is eagerly taken into Mickey's tiny arms and she's temporarily diverted from gnawing on pressed wood pulp. For now. The bread's unlikely to last long at the rate she's going.

Chanel had already scolded him for being weird, but having her immediately ready to shove study papers at him is reassuring. He glances down at the papers, then back at her, eyebrows raised. "Not your whole weekend plan, is it?"