"You're underestimating her ability to meddle." Jon definitely doesn't whine (yes he does.) He doesn't stop though, heading up to the porch and glancing through the front window. So far so good.

He opens the door for Martin, trying not too think too much about anything because this was... something. Overwhelming, in an alright way.

Of course his grandmother does walk in from the kitchen as soon as he enters himself. "Ah, hello Martin, dear. Did you have a nice time?"

Damnit. Jon just closes the door behind him. "We're going upstairs, Gram."