Mark grinned at the thought of all three of his boys in tuxedos. "So, it'll just be all the more obvious that I somehow produced three very good looking kids," he couldn't help but preen slightly at that. They may have all hated him at one point or another in their lives, but he'd given them good genes.
"If Harvey can't appreciate this form then he's obviously missing something." Mark meant it as a compliment to Glibt, not able to read his mind of course and know what he was thinking. "You're perfect, by the way." He couldn't help it if he didn't completely care what Harvey thought on the matter.
"C'mon, let's keep walking," he smiled. "We should at least get the coffee maker before dinner. We can get get a temporary one at Starbucks, and I'll buy you a coffee. Colombian dark roast sound good?"