Mark read Cold's look that said "Make this damned storm stop, or we're gonna have to drive her back." They were both more than a little grumpy now, and clearly not on the same page. If this was at any other place, they'd fight it out for a minute and forget about over beers later.
"Maybe it will blow over," the clouds started to clear up a bit as he mirrored Len's glare, then turned to Harley. Deciding to play nice seemed like his only option now, so he gave her a smooth grin, "Look, Sno-Cone offered to buy you milkshakes. That should make you feel better now, right?"