Jordan shrugged slightly. "I like Ivona," he said. They'd always gotten along at least as well as she and Clive had, though his cousin was just a bit older, and had a tendency to make girls' brains melt when he smiled. "And she'd just find that show hilarious. You could bring that Heart that works for their Chris. Drew? He'd horrify Grandmother straight into a lovely rage fit." Which would be more amusing if Jordan wasn't the one who'd have to defuse the situation later on, so....maybe not so much.

He bit his tongue against the impulse to point out that inciting their anger just made everything worse.

"I think Ivona and I can tolerate a few hours without requiring a distraction. She might not want to fit in with Grandmother's plans, in any case. She's still glaring holes into Clive's back half the time."