Joanna tried to explain. "Grandpa, actually, last night…"
"You don't have to say anything more, you don't have to be so shy about it either. You're both youngsters after all, even if something did happen between the two of you, it's completely normal. I may be old, but I'm not that conservative. I understand." Timothy was grinning widely as he cleared his throat.
"It's good that the little punk finally came to his senses. This morning, he even told me that you needed lots of rest after last night, so I shouldn't disturb you. He said you could sleep till whatever time you liked."
Joanna blushed, her voice panicked. "Grandpa Timothy, you've misunderstood. Nothing happened between us last night, we-"
"Nothing happened? And yet… you've slept in his bed the whole night." The old man grinned at her cheekily.