Do-Over, With Elvis Presiding (слэш)

“Dad. What in the hell is this?” Allison asked, color high on her cheeks.
He looked back down at the desk and carefully, oh so carefully, did not react in any way at all. “It’s a marriage license.”
“Yes, Dad, I noticed that, too.”
He raised his eyebrows and tried, pointlessly, to deflect. “Why were you looking through Vegas marriage records anyway?”