"Henry, come here."
The Kryptonian had barely returned to East 49th Street when Grandma called him over. The old lady widened her big eyes and questioned him with a presence no less imposing than in her youth. "How did you make Gwen cry?"
"Make her cry?" Henry had not seen things develop that way at all, so naturally, he looked utterly baffled.
"Wasn't that what happened? Gwen even called Skye to complain. How else would I have known?"
Now Henry understood. That little brat must have been stirring things up behind the scenes. No wonder he could see two little heads poking out around the corner leading into the hallway while he sat in the living room. Their eagerness to watch the drama was painfully obvious.
Not in a hurry to deal with those two ill-intentioned underage girls, Henry first had to handle the old lady before him, who radiated the aura of a lioness. "Wait, Kate, hear me out first. I didn't make Gwen cry. If word of that got out, George would be at my door with a gun to my temple before I knew it."
"Could that even kill you?"
"That's not the point. And it would still hurt." A little strategic weakness could ease someone else's anger. Sure enough, Henry's words softened the old lady's expression somewhat.
"Go on, then. What happened?"
"It was just a misunderstanding. I brought Gwen a souvenir, but she didn't really like it. Of course, that was my fault too. I picked an inappropriate gift. And... she also thought today was a date."
"And you didn't see it that way?" The old lady asked a particularly sharp question.
Henry scratched a cheek that did not even have any stubble, looking rather helpless. "Come on, a year ago, she was still a