Noah returns in a while, after pacing while chatting on the phone on the way to get a teapot and a tray of food and then returning. He's got an assortment of stuff for Aedan - the egg tarts he's fond of and those sugar stirring spoons. Some stuff that Noah knows he'll eat, in the form of some local grapes, a nut butter that Noah can tolerate (he'd prefer a soft cheese, but Aedan,) and some crackers.
"So, I talked with Pat. They're running some bloodwork, to see if the kids were on anything, like that strange energy drink stuff, or drugs, as well as drunk. Or drugged by anything. Police are still getting stories from people." Noah's sliding to set the tray down. "Rule one in the young commander's book is to eat while you discuss hard stuff, since you may not have time later. Then we'll see about working off the stress, if you want that."
Noah eyes Emmett and offers his arm again. "You're doing good, I think, so far? Worried about your folks, and worried about what's going on. Smoking and angry more than is probably healthy, but no one handles worry perfectly. They're still doing processing and booking, and a few aren't getting bail."