"So... Marko, can I call you Marko?" began Chris, aware of Liz's father standing behind his chair.
"No."
"Ok, then, Mr Lawlett, when can I not have to sit on the opposite side of the kitchen table?" Chris went to turn in his seat and grin, but the Mystic Marko walked around him to lean on the table in front of him, obscuring Chris's view of his daughter.
"Dad-" said Liz, but got cut off by Marko putting a hand up.
"I don't like you Kenz-" "Dad, but I do, and isn't tha-" "No! The kid's an irresponsib-" "Wait, what? I'm very respons-" "He has a point." "Liz, than... wait, you're agreeing!?"
The tension was cut by Chris's YF beeper going off. "I've got to answer this," he said, pulling his commlink out of his pocket and holding it to his ear. "Ok, I'd love to continue this little chat, but something serious has happened." He pressed a button on his belt, kissed Liz on the cheek and dived out the window just as the Pitchoo passed.
"Computer, set co-ordinates to Mark's house!"