Oh, she knew that voice. She knew that voice. Hadn't heard it in ages, her own fault really. Before her grandson could scoop her up, though, Harmonia held the tray out carefully, trying desperately to not knock it to the floor.
Laughing, she said, "Watch the tray! I neither want to commit a crime against alcohol nor have to hunt for another prop bottle of Tru Blood tonight." Then, because she was only close enough for a moment, aimed to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"How are you? I've been back for, I dunno, a while I guess. I keep going to your temple to grab some wine. Haven't your mother or your maenads said anything about it?"