Alright, lesson quickly learned: nothing comes between Dale Cooper and his breakfast routine, not even a tiny rich woman. Good to know. Filed away for future reference.

But without any input from him other than an incredibly relieved sigh, she's still ever-so-slightly wary that he was more serious than expected. So her fork dances around her plate (through the syrup because that's the best part whatever whatever), and then comes a somewhat hesitant, "Sorry," from Belle across the table. Just in case.