"I'm not going back," Ivy Miller reacted dramatically.
Henry Sullivan turned off the stove: "Not going back?"
"That's right, I don't want to go to your house."
"The not-so-pretty bride has to meet the in-laws eventually, are you planning to avoid them forever?"
Ivy crossed her arms: "What do you know? Sure, the not-so-pretty bride has to meet the in-laws.
But I've already met my in-laws.
Let me tell you, old man, right now I'm living with the mindset of as long as my mother-in-law doesn't give me a hard time, everything will be just fine.
It's your mom, even if others don't know her, you do.
I'm afraid of your mom, I don't want to go to your house for dinner."
She would rather be grounded by her own Dad at home than insist on avoiding meeting the mother-in-law.
Henry Sullivan gave her a somewhat helpless look: "Then you can call my mom and tell her yourself."
"What should I say to her on the phone?"