Whether Madeleine liked what Lila called her or not really wasn't something that the elder Gray concerned herself with. It was the first time that she had the privilege of a grandchild and she'd be damned if she didn't get to appreciate the parts of it that she wanted to. Not to mention she took a certain, if slightly vindictive, pleasure in learning that Madeleine was going through morning sickness. Fire knew that she had suffered through it when she was pregnant with all of her children. If there was a way to ensure that both of her daughters got it as bad as she had then she'd have seen to it. And then found a spell that made it so that Jackson knew too. Certain things just shouldn't be missed out on. "Maybe you'll be one of the lucky ones who only goes through it for a month or so. Personally when I was pregnant with you there was a span of roughly the entire time where food was an issue. That issue being you agreed with none of it." Accepting the cup and tea, Lila stirred a little sugar in before tapping the droplets off her spoon so she could set it down and take a sip. "How has your day been since you managed to drag yourself off the floor? Something seems almost different about you."
'It's not her stomach,' Martie offered before sticking his tongue out at the look that he was given. He didn't like where Madeleine's hand was and chose to scamper up onto the table, picking up the sugar bowl before shifting off to start eating from it. Lila was either not paying attention, deliberately, or simply didn't care. 'It's all flat and boring. How can you even be sure there's something in there? Unless you have a cut you look inside...'