I predict pastry, eating it by a deserted beach obviously in the north east. She’s leaving early for plenty of time to stop at her favourite antique shop with Nina dancing about the place bored, stop at ikea on the way home as Nini demanded meatballs, stopping off at a random slide where Nina hurts herself and needs lots of smothering and food to feel ok again. She strikes me as one of those parents who wouldn’t budge on the custody arrangements even if it was Father’s Day.