Abu nods and pours the glass. "Sounded like it. And Kamala isn't married either. My wife is Mrs. Khan." he grins, trying to placate Joseph's fears as he sets the tea in front of Joseph, before returning to his own seat. He sighed heavily just as Kamala as Ms. Marvel arrived in the kitchen. "Sorry to hear that about your own folks. Some parents... I must wonder what they are thinking."<br/><br/>Ms. Marvel blinked. "What did I wake up to? Sorry, Abu... I had no idea..."<br/><br/>"You can thank Kamala, Beta... We were having a nice conversation about some who think themselves fans, but aren't as respectful of others." Instead of taking a drink from the tea he had poured for himself, he set the glass in front of Ms. Marvel. "Maybe you should have another talk with the populous of Jersey City when your punishment is over?"<br/><br/>"Yes, Abu... And I do not condone this." She had said the last part to Joseph, who she barely glanced at but for maybe a second. "Nice shiner... Fist have a name?"<br/><br/>"You plan to talk via telephone or Sky-pee?"<br/><br/>"It's Skype, Abu... And I was actually thinking of letting the Champions do some digging, see if Joseph here is the only one they're victimizing." Ms. Marvel took a sip of the tea and smiled at Joseph. "If that's okay with you... I won't butt in if you don't want me to." She rubbed her face and hand through her mussed hair, actually somehow making it worse. "So after the tea... What would you like to do?"<br/><br/>"Within reason and inside the house, young lady." Abu said calmly, yet pointedly. "I'm allowing you to keep a promise after all, but that doesn't mean you..."<br/><br/>Ms. Marvel finished with him, "...have free rein to disregard the rules of this house."<br/><br/>Abu smiled. "The hero was paying attention after all. Good." He nodded to Joseph. "Hopefully, if a second date happens, you'll be able to take her out of the house." He then left the kitchen to give them space.