Years? Hannah smiled and almost let out a small chuckle, but it made the sensation of the growing knot in her throat far worse. She didn't expect this woman to welcome her with open arms, but she had hoped for a basic idea of how well things would or wouldn't go. Was it absurd of her to want to know? She, honestly, couldn't see having Neville adopt Lucy if his Gran disapproved utterly of Hannah... not to mention their wedding. Hannah couldn't think to come between Neville and his family - especially when his Gran had been the one to raise him and was one of the few people he had left in his family, distant cousins and the like aside.
"Well, so long as she came around." Hannah said lightly, then muttered a quiet thank you when Neville pulled her chair out. She sat down, then immediately turned to sit Lucy's bag down near her chair and out of the way. She pulled a spill-proof container of juice out and sat it in front of Lucy. The little girl ignored it, for the time being, her focus on taking in the room.