This was probably going to end like a bad 1980s teen comedy. Those were the ones where parents purposely humiliated their children like this to prove a point. He was sure this happened in real life sometimes as well, but he didn't parent on a regular enough basis to know. He did know, however, that children were supposed to listen to their parents and that normal, well-adjusted children didn't just threaten to run away every time they heard something they didn't like. They slammed doors and screamed, but they didn't run off. He also knew that children who lied to their parents were punished by said parents. That's just what happened. It was the natural order of things, and Mark didn't feel guilty for what was going to happened tonight, even if Glibt had seemed as if he hadn't completely approved of his and Marijuana's plan.
Of course, Mark didn't approve of Glibt's choice to keep quiet about Thomas' flourishing relationship. Turnabout was fair play, and all that.
Mark walked into the restaurant, simply using his senses to feel out his fiance and young son. His fingers tapped the manila folder in his hand as he walked. Jamie really had provided him with everything he'd needed and more. He wasn't happy that Thomas had been lying to them, but he felt perfectly justified in getting the information through the avenues he had.
The waiter was just approaching the table when Mark approached, pausing briefly to brush his hand across Glibt's shoulder before sitting down. The waiter gawked slightly at the familiar face, but Mark ignored it and simply asked for a Sam Adams. He wasn't planning on staying for very long.
He grinned at Marijuana, perhaps one of the rarest sights ever. "Evening, every one."