"You can either have the cookie you chose," Charlie said, lifting the napkin wrapped cookie, "or one of Emma's. Not both."
Nia stared at him for a moment as though he was asking her to make the cruellest choice in the world, then beamed and said, "my cookie later," and took one of Emma's. "N'kyou."
"You're so sharp you'll cut yourself," Charlie murmured and grinned at Emma.