Liz looked up as Marcus arrived, sighing, and shaking her head at his dislike for her brother. It wasn't hard to figure out what the sequence of event was now, and although she understood Rissa's anger Liz had never had that response, though, she supposed the fact that her parents hadn't shared her current familial structure meant that she'd gotten along for more of her life being very closed, and private about what she wanted.<br/><br/>"Uncle Lan couldn't have known he was interrupting," she said, "and you..." she turned to Marcus with a fearsome and accusatory look, "nobody is demanding that you love your in-laws, but he's my little brother, and I'm not having you two fighting. You're going to be the bigger man, my love, and take the high road."<br/><br/>She put her hand over his, pressing it into her thigh, and she turned to give him a quick kiss on the lips.<br/><br/>She stood up, and rounded on the two of them, pointing at them sternly.<br/><br/>"I'll go get everyone," she said, "and you two should finish what you started, or get over it, I'm not hearing any more about this today."<br/><br/>With that, Liz left the room, closing the door behind herself. She banged on the twins' door as she passed, calling out.<br/><br/>"Everbody up, and into the family room," she said, "Uncle Lan is here, and we're getting ready to go shopping. You've got ten minutes!"<br/><br/>She made her way into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. This, she thought, was why she hated mornings.