Heena just stared at her. The sheer, unadulterated chaotic energy of this random pedestrian was staggering.
"Wow, grandma," Heena deadpanned, her tone completely flat. "You are... so powerful."
The woman's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Who the hell are you calling grandma, you dumb moron?"
"Who are you calling a moron, huh?" Heena retorted automatically, though her voice lacked absolutely any actual heat or strength. She was just too tired to properly threaten someone.
"Anyway," the older woman grumbled, completely ignoring Heena's weak clap-back. "Stop making such a miserable expression. If you keep looking like someone kicked your dog, you are going to be really depressed after the wedding. And it's not like you are the one leaving your family's house to go serve a husband! You are the matriarch! Why are you so tense? Your husband should be the one sweating right now!"
"I got thrown out of my house a few days ago," Heena stated simply, resting her chin on her hand.
