Funny how Mickey somehow keeps adding more to her little feast. The corners of Eddy's mouth quirk with amusement, but he doesn't say anything. Chanel's treats are rewarded with a tiny excited nose sniffing around her fingers and when the waiter swings by, Eddy's sure to order enough to make up for the tiny bottomless pit.

"Well if it's penciled in, you gotta," he agrees, leaning forward to inspect her planner, everything carefully laid out. "Should I come back at 8?"