Hhhhhhhardfohhhhhhr, it (inadvertently) confirms.

"I went to a speech therapist but you're probably too invisible."

Toooooohhhh?

"Yeah. Much too invisible. I think speech therapists probably only talk to people they can see."

Uhhhhp.  Ssssssssb.  Ssspeeedggggge.  Sspeeeeeeeeeeeeechth.  Ehhhruhp - ihhhhhhssd.

"Speeeeeech theeeehrapiiiiist."

Sssspeeetch.  Tchtchtchtch - sssbeeeeeeeeeech - ssspeeech?  Sspeeech.

"Yeah. Speech is talking. We're talking. Or, well, I'm talking and you're kinda learning how to talk."

T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t.  (Huh, that's kind of goodsoundy.)  Taaahhhhhk.  Tahk.

"Yeah! Talk!"

Tahkhhhhhhhingkh?  Tahkhhh.

"Yeah. I'm talking to you and you're talking to me and -"

"Cleo," says the larger food, "it's bedtime."

"What! No! We're still -"

"It's actually past your bedtime."

"B-b-b-but Da- da- da- daddy -" she exclaims.

"No arguing, say goodbye to your invisible friend and get into your nightgown!"

D-d-d-d-t-t-t-t-d-d-d-d.  (It is goodsoundy!)

"Goodbye," Cleo sniffles to the invisible friend, "I have to go to bed." And then she disappears into the next room.

Khhhhlio?

"Sorry!" calls Cleo's voice distantly. "Come back tomorrow okay?"

Khhhhhhlioh khliohhhhh kliohhhhh khhhhliohhhhhhhhhhhhh?

"I have to go to bed!"

Khhhhliohhhh.  Tap tap tap tap TAP TAP TAP TAP.

The larger food leans into view untastily.

TAP TAP TAP TAP.

The larger food gets less and less tasty.

Khhhlio?

Larger food exits the room. Cleo doesn't answer.

. . . Does the cleartapdoor-slash-whhhinnnndohhh open??