"You're welcome Nia," Emma grinned back at Charlie, "and isn't she just though? Got you bang to rights with that one. Sorry, I should have figured she had one of her own, but, I really don't know why I always buy a plateful, I never seem to eat them all."
She shrugged, and picked up the half a cookie she'd already been nibbling at, "They are good though. So, we're ok for work, and the dogs, and the cat, and I have food laid in, and there's a fish delivery due on Tuesday before I go so that'll be batched and frozen ready, that cat is so spoiled. But he's worth it, I swear he talks to me with those eyes, and not just that feed me now nonsense, but proper good sense on occasions."