A serving tray floated over to Mom/ Maribel with another glass of pisco. She scooped it off the tray with a deft wave of her hand.
"I think Hernandez is just looking out for his country. Nobody wants a fight with the CIA after all," Dad said.
Maribel Mom laughed, "Oh, he's afraid all right. He'd be more afraid of us if he knew we could just materialize a LITV around him anytime, anyplace and pop him into a prison cell on our private island or drop him into an active volcano." She took a long sip of pisco.
Dad intercepted the glass and placed it on a serving tray that he had summoned. "We should restore your normal personality. You need some recovery time as yourself after so long undercover."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Back to boring Susan," Maribel complained.
"Boring Susan?" Dad asked. "I don't think you should talk about her like that."
"Yeah, what are you going to do about it, tough guy?" She challenged, punching him in the arm.
"Hey! Ow! Stop that. Joe, now please!"
