No longer single.

Arwen opened her mouth to defend herself, but no words came out of her. "So, your plan was to get me on her wrong side?" she asked, though she wasn't truly believing it. It was just a playful tease.

Her grandmother hummed in response, as casually as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world —as if conspiring against her precious granddaughter were her second nature. "Of course! After all, I need to keep you on my side. I can't let my precious granddaughter change her favourites, after all."

Arwen locked her jaws, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. "No wonder Mom is so smart. She has, after all, taken after you."

"Who said that?" Offended, the old woman's voice turned sharply, her voice laced with mockery. "She may be cunning, but she is nowhere near my level. Your mother's idea of persuasion is nagging and pressuring you until you give in. A lack of finesse, if you truly ask me!"