Is This Technically Party Crashing?

"He was a bit concerned that his one and only son hasn't picked up a match list after being registered for a few years. Y'know, people talk and all that." Keefe started.
Dex rolled his eyes. He didn't bother to sign up for matchmaking in the first place and Keefe found himself really wishing he did the same. "That's his problem? You got me worried there."
"No need. He thought the best course of action was to sit me down for one of our many father-son heart to hearts and he gave me a little choice." Dex looked over, eyelids still trying to blink away the last traces of sleep, signalling him to go on. "He said that I could move out."
The sleepiness finally retreated from his gaze. "That's great, but there's a catch, right?"
He knows Keefe too well, really. "He'd only do that if I picked up a list and held a Winnowing's Gala."

(Keefe is forced to back into matchmaking shenanigans and the rest of the crew will not stand for it.)