Avalon and Jennifer exchanged looks. They were yet to settle down and the visit was already taking the wrong shape for them. Avalon turned to his father.

"Uhm.. Dad, I think you should—"

Mr Hall cut his son off. "You have not answered my question, son. Who brought this thing into my home?"

Jennifer stepped forward with a very broad grin on her face. "Good morning, Mr Hall. My name is—"

"I don't give a damn what your name is," he said. "All I know is that you are a riffraff hanging around my son."

"Point of correction," she said. "I am not a riffraff. And I am obviously not...