Nina took a moment too look to each of the babies, hovering by the one in the bassinet with a warm smile. "I'll say it again, they're just beautiful." It was only too easy to smile all the more by the minute, though Nina arched a brow at the sleeping Clint as her gaze settled on him. "Really, you do all the work and he's the one currently comatose?" She shook her head in a pretend sort of disapproval, merely teasing, this fact all too obvious as her smile hadn't shifted. It was rather difficult, near impossible to seem disapproving of a man cradling his newborn child.
"Sure- uh what do you want? None of that terrible hospital food we've got around the place, most definitely contraband, if you want it." Nina would make sure it was fetched, or possibly George would be passed the task of fetching something, whilst Nina kept Maryanne company. "And you know- just let us know when you're ready for the stampede." Again she smiled warmly, her tone was fond. The older kids in the family and extended family in particular were excited about meeting the babies, but again, visits would be on Maryanne's terms, when she was feeling up to it, properly and had some time with the new lot.