[It's not the usual thing for Albus to be his juice box, but it's not unusual either. There's certainly no one else he's nibbling on, he just usually goes for blood packs. Albus is the fall-back plan, and occasionally the special treat if he has a few drinks first.]

I am very cute, thank you. [Scorpius snickers, moving around the chair to plop into Albus' lap like an attention-demanding cat.] Will you be terribly upset if I say I don't exactly remember? Not dangerously long, obviously, or I wouldn't have only gone for your ear. [Look.... he has a busy unlife. He doesn't always remember to restock his supplies.]