Heidi waved the necessity for elaboration away with a gesture. "I object to the threats on principle, but I'm not so blinded by sisterly protectiveness I can't imagine someone being displeased with him." She said, and followed Niki's eyes to Monica. "And the thought of throwing down a gauge with everyone who dislikes him wearies me anyway. I happen to get along with several people not in his fanclub, so if you're worried I'm about to fly into a rage or press the subject, you can relax."
Monty, who had wandered off by several feet, came jogging back at the mention of his uncle. "Mo-om, can we go yet?" Heidi responded by telling him to go find his father and finish his history homework in her very best 'I-am-your-Mother-and-you-shall-do-as-I-decree' voice. Grumbling exaggeratedly, the youngest Petrelli stumped off towards the stairs.
She turned back to the two other women. "There's a decent cafe a few blocks down from here, just across the street from the bookstores."