"Okay, fine, whatever," said Grandma, getting more irked by these longnecks but managing to keep her cool. "But this wasn't Mr Threehorn's choice to make, it's Nahla's." She lowered her head to let Nahla off.
"Do you want to go with them, Nahla?" Grandpa asked her. "This should be your decision." He shot a look at Mr Threehorn.