A.N.  Sorry this took so long!  I've had limited time this week, but here you go!  Enjoy!

YNs' POV:

Morro glares at Bansha from the shelter of his mothers' embrace. "What in the Cursed Realm are you talking about?"

"Mind your language, Morro." His mother chides him gently.

"My apologies, Momma." Morro seems to be making an extreme effort to censor himself. "What are you talking about..." He appears to be searching for a polite form of address, but he doesn't find one.

"...Bansha." He finally growls.

"I merely closed the way back. There was no point in you coming here, Morro."

"No point?!" Morros' face turns blue with rage, and he disentangles himself from his mother, staring Bansha down. "I wanted to see my mother, and you dare to decide against it?!!!"

"Not me. The Preeminent." She hisses back at him.

"Oh, yes. I'm sure that you had a hand in it, though! Didn't you?!"

"Of course I did!"

"Why?"

"We needed you in Ninjago. Do you think that it was easy keeping you there, without you being called back to this place? How often I had to stop you from crossing over? And you, stupid, ridiculous child that you are, you wanted to come here. For a thing as unimportant as family."

You butt in. "Family isn't a thing. It's everything." They both stare at you, and you casually shrug. "What? I saw it on an inspirational poster."

Bansha rounds on you. "Stay out of this!"

"Don't talk to her in that tone!" Morro shouts at her.

"I'll say whatever I want to say about that meddlesome, intolerable little-"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, WOMAN!!!" Morro roars furiously.

"Fine." She sniffs.

Morros' mother shakes her head sadly. "Was he like this the whole time he was with you?" She asks you.

You smile. "Occasionally."

She sighs. "He always was a handful, even as a toddler. You don't want to know how many times something mysteriously fell and broke whenever I left him alone in another room in our house. I suspected that he had inherited my Elemental Power of wind-"

"He has." You reply.

"Oh. Well, that explains it."

"He uses his power exceedingly well." You say, watching him with a grin.

His mother looks back and forth between the two of you, momentarily perplexed. Then, a small smile plays at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes light up with understanding. "Aaah. I see now." She says slyly.

You wriggle with embarrassment and suddenly stick your hand out for her to shake. "I'm YN." You say quickly, hoping to change the subject.

She solidifies her hand and shakes your own. "My name is Vivienne." You breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that you've successfully distracted her, but then she continues, "I wouldn't mind having a granddaughter who bore that name." She tells you pointedly.

"Huh?"

"He's old enough to have a Yang, now too, I'd wager." She says casually.

"W-Well, I d-don't know about t-that..." You stammer.

"Nonsense!" She says briskly. "You're just my sons' type!"

Morro overhears the last part and yelps. He comes over to you, but doesn't dare to look you in the eye. "Really, Momma! There's no need for that-!"

"Of course there is! I simply must have YN as my daughter-in-law!"

Morro gasps, mortified, and you both blush furiously, you a bright red, and Morro a curious dull blue.

"Momma-!" Morro whisper-shouts at her.

A thought suddenly strikes you, and you start to panic. "Wait? Where's Bansha?" You ask, a lump of fear rising in your throat.

A.N.  Vivienne is the name of a wonderful friend of mine from Hungary.  And the daughter-in-law line was inspired by Lady Catharine de Bourgh, from Jane Austens' Pride and Prejudice!