<span style="color: #a64dff">"She is my grandmother... One of them. My father's mother but not the one who adopted him." </span>She nodded and lead Lorna into the kitchen area.<span style="color: #a64dff">"What do you eat?"</span><br/><br/>Ana looked up at Rachel and nodded.<span style="color: #ff9999"> "I understand. M-maybe we could go... Maybe I could help you think of something nicer?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>