"Yeah, why not, is there any more milk?" Emma realised she'd drunk most of hers, and reached for a cookie at the same time.
"I think I'll get the blankets if you guys are having more milk," Ang smiled, and stood up, running a hand gently over Emma's hair, "Just so things are ready for when you want to um, pass out?" She chuckled as she left the kitchen, fairly certain that Emma would sleep well tonight if Alec gave her any more "milk".