"Or end up in a food coma." Cissy laughed. "You will be no use to me if you pass out on my sofa due to too much MSG!" She giggled again and then bit her lower lip shyly. "But if you did, I'd at least lend you a blanket."
Speaking of passing out, a quick glance over at Grace showed that she was out like a light in her little swing, and Cissy immediately melted, a smile upon her lips. "I should go put her in her crib." She pushed herself up to her feet. "Be right back."
Cissy carefully got Grace from the swing, making the baby whine and coo a little before she shushed her back to sleep, gently rocking her as she carried her off to the nursery where they had thankfully had sense enough to set up the crib. What else would she be paying then for?