[Iona idly thinks how her friends at college would completely despise her for getting to talk to a man like this; even when holding back a laugh, it was fascinating. (Oren had yet to laugh as far as Iona can remember).]

It is what it is. And no worries, I think a bit of disrespect is healthy for her.

[If Iona was a ray of sunshine, Berna would be the life of every party, not necessarily seeking the attention, but if the spotlight was on her, she would soak it up for all it was worth.]

Since I'm one of her grandchildren, it's my job to give her lip every once and a while.