[WV's facial expressions have pretty much matched PM's throughout this whole spectacle, and by the time Ribbons finally interrupts, he's leaning back slightly from the table, gripping the edge with his little claws. He leaps on Ribbons' interjection almost desperately, with an enthusiasm he certainly wouldn't have allowed himself to show under normal circumstances]
Dessert! Yes, yes, very good! Er, splendid!
[then, very quickly:]
Ah—er, Hiling Care, that is all very interesting, but dreams are such silly things and, er, I am sure the meanings of yours are nothing to preoccupy yourself with. At all.