Gemma had just placed the takeout bags onto the counter when Lucy came over to her with her arms held out. Gemma lifted an eyebrow at her, again making a production of resisting - it wouldn't do for the kid to expect everything handed to her because life simply didn't work that way - but when the kid simply wouldn't leave, she gave in with a heaving sigh.
"Some spaghetti from that place on Diagon that makes the really good garlic bread. Enough for everyone if you're interested. Unless of course I decide to eat Lucy instead." She then growled and made as if to 'eat' Lucy's neck, then lifted her up and slung the child over her shoulder. It was always an advantage to have kept herself in shape even if she didn't play quidditch anymore. "What do you say, Mama? Should I drag her back to my lair and eat her all up?"