Leave it to Marijuana to rip the band aid right off. While Mark hadn't been planning on spending much time at the already overly chaperoned dinner, he had maybe (just a little bit) wanted to toy with his lying son. But the cat was out of the bag now.
"I swear, wherever I go someone is talking about the midterms," Mark said with a slight smile at both Bret and Thomas, still not immediately jumping into the reason he'd arrived. He did, however, tap the folder on the table top, opening it just slightly and pulling out one of the many pamphlets the younger two had been talking about. "I picked a few of these up down at the studio. I think they're Ryan's, but I grabbed a bunch. And, hell, I was completely enthralled -nice new design-- but then, weirdly enough, I found these, which, kiddo, were far more interesting. You want to take a look?"
Mia had not appreciated Mark's request that she screen cap and print the images from Jamie's cctv findings. She'd done it, but her quiet mutterings about questionable parenting decisions had demonstrated her disapproval.
Mark lifted the folder and passed it towards Tommy. "Here. And why don't you share with your Dad too."