"The other thing that's not a name but it's what you call somebody! Like grandma and grandpa and granatee and mommy and daddy and spinach!"

"All right then," laughs Ranata. "But I'm still only secretly your grandma, so 'granatee' is a word for in private, okay? I only ever had - the one child, so if people knew you were my grandchild, they would know about your... secret mom."

"Okay," says Helen.

"Good." Forehead-kiss. "Let's have some food, that was a long flight."

"Food!" says Helen. "I like food!"

And thus, a late dinner is produced and consumed.

Omty nomty nom.