"Child," Mme. Dupain-Cheng says, and Chat knows he's one more mistake away from M. Dupain-Cheng gently but firmly making sure he sits and rests, whether he needs it or not, "I have seen you eye everything in this shop with naked hope at being able to eat it."

"I'm not"—M. Dupain-Cheng moves toward him—"I couldn't impose," he corrects himself.

Three minutes and change later, Marinette is sitting firmly on his chest and giving advice to her parents about which of the display pastries are imperfect and need replacing.