"So, you and your dad are gonna be on Legends?"

With a smile on his face Lincoln nodded. "Yup. Just him and me, doing some father-son-stuff."

Ronnie-Anne looked somewhat skeptically at him. "I don't know if being on a game-show really counts as father-son-stuff" she said, scratching her head. "Like, what are you gonna do next time you wanna hang out? Sign up for Double Dare or Finders Keepers?"

Lincoln shrugged. "We'll think about something. For now, I'm just happy we finally found something we can do together."

"Good for you, I guess." Tilting her head, she rested her cheek on her fist. "You know, it's hard to believe you don't spend more time with your father. As the only guys in a house full of women, one would think there'd be a deeper bond between you two."

"Well, we may be the only two men here, but we are pretty different from each other." He glanced over to the door, listening if his father was in hearing range, before leaning closer to the screen. "Also, my dad isn't really the manliest of men to be honest…"

Ronni-Anne smirked. "At least you two got that in common."

"Hey!" For a moment Lincoln frowned, before a smug smile formed his face. "You're just jealous I'm gonna be on TV" he said, proudly sticking out his chest.

Nonchalant, Ronni-Anne shook her head. "Nah. It sure is nice for you, but I don't care. And I doubt it really matters for you either."

After pondering for a moment, Lincoln nodded. "You're right. The most important thing I'm gonna spend some time with my dad." He crossed his arms on his desk. "Speaking about it, have you spent some on-on-one-time with everyone in your extended family already?"

Slouching her shoulders Ronnie-Anne moaned. "I tried. Thing is, I don't really have that much in common with most of them either. Last week, I went to a museum with Uncle Carlos, but all that historic stuff completely overwhelmed me."

"Yeah, museums can be pretty boring."

"I was talking about my uncle."

"Oh…"

"Another time, Aunt Frieda showed me around the city."

"That sounds nice."

"It would have been if we hadn't stopped like, every five steps so she could take a photo." Ronnie-Anne sighed. "If you're interested, I can send you over five hundred photos of grocery stores, historic sights and random people on the street she found interesting."

"Er, I think I'll pass."

"I wish I could have."

"What about your cousins?"

"Well Carl and I went skateboarding the other day, and that went fine."

"Great!"

"Until he spotted a bunch of high school girls, tried a handstand to impress them and I had to take him to the hospital when he fell down the ramp."

"Not so great…"

"Luckily, he only got some bruises." Leaning back in her chair Ronnie-Anne folded her arms over her belly. "So yeah, so far it hasn't really clicked with any of my family members. But I'd say we are all getting along rather well."

"Don't worry. It took a while for me and my dad to find a common interest too - just gotta keep trying!" A thought struck Lincoln's mind. "I don't recommend trying out deep-sea diving though – you'll only get fishes in your pants."

She snickered. "Thanks for the advice."

Lincoln glanced at the clock. "Well, my dad should pick me up for the airport soon."

"Then have a nice trip, and good luck on the show! When you're back tell me how it went."

Confused, Lincoln furrowed his brows. "Won't you watch it?"

"It's not a live show, Lincoln" she said, rolling her eyes. "It'll probably take a few months before they air it."

"Oh. Right." Clearing his throat, he pointed with his thumb behind him. "Anyway, I better go pack the rest of my stuff."

"Alright. Smell ya later, lame-o."