Ah, no scolding right now. If she could withstand a lunch with her father without breaking down or her smile falling at all, she could surely have a quiet afternoon with her beloved grandson in a public place without going too Mother Hen on him, right?
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
As it was, the blonde was sitting on a park bench, daintily licking a strawberry ice cream cone she'd picked up on her way out. She knew she stuck out like a sore thumb and wouldn't be hard to find. If screaming near-white hair didn't do that, then the giant tote bag with a moon on it would. To the right people, anyway.