Snow snorted softly at that. "I think he's okay," she said quietly. She missed her own bear very much in that moment. Florimond had not been as bright as Trinket, but he had been a sweet creature. He'd eat the apples her nursemaids kept offering her at breakfast, somehow never noticing that she didn't care for them at all. But they had to disappear somehow, or Miss Enger would scold her for wasting food.