It was at this point that Granny had options. Or rather, she had options in theory. While she could stoop to Even's level and return the glare, it was quite simply not done. Of course, she wasn't simply going to let the glare pass unnoticed. That would simply be not done, and would be all but criminal besides.

More to the point, while her first attempt at headology hadn't working quite as she'd expected, it had clearly had some effect. Thus, there was no need to alter what was clearly a perfectly serviceable answer to the problem.

"It's what you calls me," she answered, as her own stare simply slid distinctly up the scale of glares to the point of near-haughtiness. Just because Even happened to know more about the city* was no call to let him get away with glaring at her. Her of all people. She wasn't wearing her hat for fun, after all.


*A point she didn't mean to address.