Despite her previous outburst from before, Vanellope was surprisingly quiet in Ralph's car. She sat in the backseat, craning her neck to look out the window at everything they passed.

Ralph was never a good people person. Felix was the one who could start conversations with anyone on anything. What does one even talk about with kids? And to be even more specific, little girls? He was just about to open his mouth to ask whatever random question came to his mind first when Vanellope called from the backseat.

"Hey mister, what am I supposed to call you?"

Ralph was startled. The thought hadn't crossed his mind. He didn't want her calling him "Mister" or "Sir." He wasn't the president, for crying out loud. But it felt too weird for her to call him "Dad."

"Ralph. Call me Ralph." He said, staring straight ahead at the road.