"Would you like to join us, Rafael?" my mom asked. "Or do you go by Rafe?" "Usually." A disarming grin. "Unless I'm in trouble." I opened the door and motioned him in as he continued, "About dinner, I appreciate that, but my sister will be expecting me." "Another night then," Mom said. "Maybe on the weekend we can have a barbecue, and invite your sister." "Or," I said, turning to Rafe, "if you want to skip the whole awkward meet-the-family social event, you could just submit your life story, including your views on politics, religion, and every social issue imaginable, along with anything else you think they might need to conduct a thorough background check." Mom sighed. "I really don't know why we even bother trying to be subtle around you." "Neither do I. It's not like he isn't going to realize he's being vetted as daughter-dating material." Rafe grinned. "So we dating?" "No. You have to the parental exam first. It'll take you awhile to compile the data. They'd like it in triplicate." I turned to my parents. "We have Kenjii. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't yet officially dating, I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need." Dad choked on his coffee. Mom waved us to the door. "Go. Have fun. Dinner will be at six thirty."