A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I'm glad that no one likes Priscilla, because I don't like her very much myself! Is that bad?

Time to get ready for THE DINNER!!

"What about this one?"

Lisa was modelling a dark blue skirt that stopped just a bit above her knees. It was the fifth skirt she'd tried on so far.

"It looks nice," House answered simply.

Lisa breathed an exasperated sigh.

"You said that about ALL the skirts I showed you."

"They were ALL nice."

Lisa smiled a little in spite of herself, but said,

"Come on, House, just tell me which one looks best."

House scrunched his face up, thinking hard. He REALLY was not the guy for this.

"Um…that skirt would look nice with…that shirt?"

Lisa looked at the shirt. It was a white blouse that wasn't TOO low-cut. The seam of the waist was high, just under her bust, and the short sleeves were slightly puffed, giving the blouse an innocent yet elegant look. She smiled approvingly and put on the shirt, and went to look in the mirror.

"Good choice, House. It looks great. Maybe you could make a career out of this."

"Lisa, I can barely dress MYSELF in matching clothes. This is a fluke. I think I'll stay with diagnostics, if you don't mind."

Lisa rolled her eyes and pinned her hair up. She wanted to be sure that everyone could see her earrings- perhaps that would remind Wallace that she had no interest in him whatsoever.

Besides, they were pretty.

Lisa added the finishing touches to her make-up and turned around for House to see.

"What do you think?"

"Wow. You look…" House's brain wasn't functioning correctly and he couldn't think of a more sophisticated word than 'good.'

Lisa grinned at his reaction.

"Ok, now we have to pick out something for you."

House groaned. "Can't I just wear what I have on now? We're not seeing anyone important, just those WALLACES…"

"And have them think my boyfriend-slash-brother is a slob? No thank you. Which reminds me, we need to think up a good cover story…"

"Right. How about…our parents sent me to come on this dinner with you to make sure Wallace is good enough…but they couldn't come because…they, um…had a business meeting."

Lisa raised an eyebrow. "A business meeting? What kind of job has a business meeting at 7.00 on a SATURDAY?"

"Eh…they're…lawyers, ok?! And they had the business meeting today because…their client's wife had a baby on Thursday. So there."

"Why lawyers? And why are they both representing the same client? And what did the client do, especially when his wife just had a baby?"

"I don't know! Maybe he…stole a car or something! Why does it matter?"

Lisa pouted. "I just wanted to know…you're so mean…"

House rolled his eyes and pulled her onto his good leg, trapping her with his arms.

"I am NOT mean…"

"You are so," Lisa insisted, trying to escape his grip. "Let go. I have to find something suitable for you to wear."

"No."

"Why not?!"

"Don't feel like it."

"So?! We have to leave in ten minutes!"

House shrugged. Of course he didn't care if they were late.

Lisa tried a new approach.

"Please, Greg?" she asked sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

House shook his head.

"You can NOT win me over with mere cuteness, Cuddles. I have had twenty years of practice resisting you being cute, so I am the EXPERT."

"Well, then," she responded, seductively now, "how about I make it worth your while?"

House looked at her, interested. "And how do you propose to do that?"

"I think you know EXACTLY what I mean. Either way, you will found out AFTER dinner if all goes well. So be…nice-ish. Or at the very least, civil!"

House sighed dramatically. "Ok…"

"Good," said Lisa happily. "Now let's get you ready. I think you should wear that dark blue shirt I got for you. Or would that be too…matching…?"

Whilst Lisa was coaxing House into some more…appropriate attire, Priscilla was busy helping Wallace decide what to wear.

"Oh, Wallace darling, you MUST wear this!" Priscilla held up the tie that she had bought for him specifically for this occasion. It was a hideous puke green with orange checks on it.

"Oh…yes, Mummy…of course I'll wear it…"

Wow. That tie HAD to be disgusting if even WALLACE didn't want to wear it.

Priscilla also picked out a pale yellow shirt with lacey cuffs and gold buttons, and a pair of tight white trousers. She encouraged him to wear brown clogs with this, so that his gold socks were VERY visible.

Wallace thought he looked just awful, and tried not to gag as his mother put a too-short red vest on him.

"Oh, darling, you look just WONDERFUL!" Priscilla cried joyfully.

"Oh…yes, thank you, Mummy. Let's get down to the restaurant now. Their filet mignon is delicious, you know…"

The pair left Wallace's suite and headed to the elevator.

House and Lisa spotted Wallace and his mother near the back of the restaurant. They were already seated together on one side of the table.

"Hello, Wallace," Lisa said, giving him an awkward half-hug. "This must be your mother."

"Yes. This is my mother-"

"I AM Priscilla May Hamill Wallaceson, WIFE of Wallace P. Wallaceson II," Priscilla interrupted, preferring to introduce herself. She regarded Lisa carefully. "And who are YOU?"

"My name is Lisa Cuddy. Um, this is my brother, Greg."

"How do you do?" House asked rather dispassionately.

Lisa elbowed him in the ribs. She gave him a sharp look, which he answered with a very appropriate 'NO NEED FOR VIOLENCE, WOMAN!' look.

"It's very nice to meet you," he added. Ouch, he'd have a bruise there tomorrow.

House and Lisa sat down at the table.

"What do you two do for a living?" Priscilla asked.

"We're both doctors," Lisa answered. "I'm an endocrinologist and Greg is a diagnostician."

"And why did HE come along?"

"Well," House responded before Lisa could say anything, "Our parents would have come but they are tied up in a business meeting. So I came instead."

"Hm. How…unfortunate…" Priscilla turned to Wallace. "Where did you pick this one up?"

Both House and Wallace were aghast that Priscilla could talk about Lisa that way. But before House could blow his stack, Wallace said,

"Why, Mummy, do be nice. She is a little nervous and her brother is merely trying to help."

Priscilla conceded this time with a rather disdainful, "I see…"

Wallace felt rather relieved when House's fists slowly unclenched themselves.

Lisa said nothing, however. She had been cut down on before. But in public? This was going to be a long night…

"So, Mrs Wallaceson," House started conversationally, "how is your husband?"

"He is well…" Priscilla answered, a bit suspicious.

"That's good to hear. We were all quite worried when he fell ill and was admitted to our hospital, Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital…"

Priscilla looked surprised. "YOU work at PPTH?"

"Actually, Lisa is the Dean of Medicine of PPTH," House couldn't keep ALL the pride out of his voice.

Priscilla looked quite embarrassed now. "You were that kind woman who assigned the best doctors to my husband? If I had known…"

Lisa shook her head, "It's quite all right, Mrs Wallaceson, really. You're just taking care of your son. I understand."

Priscilla was pleased with this statement.

"At least SOMEONE understands! It is nice to meet you again, Lisa."

House groaned inwardly. This woman's mood swings were really something. Why couldn't this night just end…?

"Now, then," Priscilla said, "do you have any questions about my darling Wallace?"

Lisa and House looked at each other, clearly thinking the same thing.

There was NO WAY they were going to pass up THIS opportunity.

That would be an EPIC FAIL.

A/N: Sorry to cut it short…I have to study for MORE exams…

How boring…

And I just wanted to add 'epic fail' in there. Sorry.

Anyway, tell me what you think so far or what you think should happen next!

XD Sharky