Kamala sighed, nodding, shrugging and generally being in a "think so, guess so, I hope so?" frame of body language. Before they knew it, they were in front of her home.<br/><br/>"Here goes... Everything, I guess?" Kamala said as she opened the door.<br/><br/>Abu looked up from his paper as he sat at the kitchen table. "That you, Beta?"<br/><br/>"Uh... Yeah, but can you call Ms. Marvel something else when I send her down, papa?" Kamala asked.<br/><br/>"Why should I do that, when she is like a second daughter to me?" Abu had noticed Kamala wasn't alone. "Will you be joining us?"<br/><br/>Kamala looked at Joseph, but addressed her father. "I think I need to lay down, actually. I'm feeling a little flushed. Probably from the heat. I don't know how she does it in that costume."<br/><br/>"Ah. Then why should it matter if I wish to call she who is like a second daughter to me, Beta?" Abu had asked to spur Kamala into voicing it being for Joseph's benefit.<br/><br/>"Not to embarrass her in front of her date? I guess?" Kamala blushed.<br/><br/>"Come, young man, talk with me while Kamala gets the sulking superhero." Abu smiled gently waving him into the kitchen and a seat at the table.<br/><br/>"Now's your chance to explain the situation to him. He's going to notice the shiner anyway." Kamala whispered. To Abu, she said, "Great. If she's sulking, it'll be about five minutes."<br/><br/>"I expect you can get her down here in three when you tell her who it is."