"A-Amy, please!" Elijah slid from underneath the covers, both of his hands up, trying to regain her attention before the mug of coffee grew wings and migrated across the room. "They split before t-this whole Alice fiasco!" Taking two steps forward, he inched his way towards his adoptive grandmother. "If you need to be mad at anyone, be mad at my sister, not Josephine." He danced around the fact that Jack had been the one who was indiscreet first as that was Amy's son, and hell hath no fury. "Let's just calm down and be rational for a moment..." Finally at Amy's side, he wrapped his hands around hers and the steaming mug, slowly lowering it and gently removing it from her fingers. "Nothing happened. It looks a lot worse than it really is." Elijah said, smiling down at the older woman, "Would I lie to you, Granny?"