Angela didn't mind the laughter. Oh, no. The statement, if possible, her provoked an even wider grin as she reached down, scooping up Monty into a tight hug before tweaking his nose, "Ah, but I am well schooled in the ways of the Dark Side, my young padawan. There is much you have yet to learn," She said, her voice dropping into dark and ominous tones despite the face that the grin remained plastered on her face.
There was only so long that you went being friends with Ishi Nakamura before you were taught all of the elements that went into Star Wars and X-Men. Even if it had been nearly 18 years since she had had the pleasure of an update from her most comprehensive source, despite the minor fill-ins from her youngest son, there were some things that a person never forgets.
Giving her youngest grandson a brief hug, she set him back down on his feet, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Simon's still under cover. Maybe you should go and flush him out of his hiding place."