"I'm a little nervous so I'm a bit scripted." Cleo apologised softly, taking the clothes from Jack and giving him a gentle thank you. He was a cute kid, of course if she and Quinn ever had children they'd be less likely to be that blond unless they took everything from Quinn's genes, but she had to stop thinking like that. Yes, they'd talked about it, but they'd rowed straight after.
"Well, grab whatever you want. There's orange juice in the fridge, feel free to take whatever you need." Cleo said softly.