Paul and the Laws were again sitting around Paul's den. Surprisingly, Paul actually cleaned up the apartment for his cousin's visit, albeit with a little help from his long-time friends. He thought a while about getting a haircut, but decided against it. Formality did not run in the Phoenix family, especially in Paul's case.

"Alright, my friends, Danny will be here any minute. I want you two to make a good impression so could you not…be yourselves?" Paul asked.

"Come on, Paul! Your cousin's a Phoenix! Can't be too much different from you, right? I mean, it's because they way we Laws are that the Laws and Phoenixes are such good friends, right?"

Just after Forest had said that, Paul's doorbell rang. "That would be Danny. Hold on to your socks, boys."

Paul walked up to the door and opened it. Much to the surprise of the Laws, it was a woman who gave Paul a big hug, instead of a big, muscular tough guy that they had envisioned. After Paul and his cousin let each other go, Paul moved out of the way to introduce her to the Laws.

"Hey, guys. This is my cousin, Danielle." Paul said, pointing his hand to Danny. Danny gave the Laws a coy little wave.

Marshall and Forest's jaws hit the ground and stayed there. Danny was a stunningly beautiful woman for someone in her forties. She had straight back brown hair, deep blue eyes, a friendly face, and a voluptuous figure.

"Oh, and these must be the Laws! They're…Chinese? Or is it Japanese?"

"Hey, these two are my best buddies in the world. There's not a greater pair of guys out there." Paul said/

Danny sauntered up to Forest, who was dressed in his white tank top, even though it was in the middle of December and ten degrees Fahrenheit outside. Danny took Forest's muscular arm into her hands and rubbed it gently. "Ooh, you didn't tell me your friend was so…masculine." Danny looked up at Forest's face and smiled. "And handsome." Forest blushed at the stunning woman's compliments.

"Hey, I'll take your coat for you!" Marshall offered, and he removed Danny's coat before she could even respond.

"Jealous?" Forest asked. Marshall glared fiercely at his son and stormed off into the kitchen.

"Please, sit anywhere!" Forest said. He offered Danny a seat on the couch. Danny gladly accepted and sat down. Forest sat down net to her, quite literally too close for comfort.

"Leave some room for my cousin, for God's sake." Paul snapped, clearly not pleased with the way his friends were acting. Forest did as he was told and scooted over. Marshall came in from the kitchen and sat down next to his son.

"So, Danny." He said. "Paul tells us you're quite the competitive one."

"You'd better believe it." She answered.

"Why don't you prove to us how competitive you are?" Marshall asked.

"What do you mean?" Was Danny's response.

"I'm talking about a little bit of Family Feud. Remember that, Paul?"

"Oh, do I. Those were good times."

"We hardly ever have a chance to do that anymore." Forest said. "Paul's dad is getting too old for that, and his brothers hardly ever drop by."

"What's this family feud?" Danny asked.

"It's when the Phoenixes go against the Laws in various competitive games, which we call events. The best three out of five wins." Paul answered.

"What kind of games?"

"Any kind." Said Marshall. "Video games, sports, board games, breath-holding contests. We have so much competitive spirit that one time we pulled two straight all-nighters playing a game of Monopoly."

"Sounds like fun."

"Fun!" Marshall snapped. He shifted his body position slightly to get a clear look at Danny. "You think it's fun when Paul's 300 pound brother jumps on you for intercepting a pass in a game of John Madden Football? You think it's fun when you spend the next two days puking your guts out with a hangover from a beer-drinking contest? Five times the neighbors had to call the cops on us, and Forest got a broken rib from being tackled by Paul's dad while playing tackle football. We've had concussions and broken Playstation controllers due to the competitive nature of our families, and that's just off the top of my head! And you know what? It was all in fun and every time we laughed about it the next day, no matter how high our tempers flared, and that's your idea of fun!"

"I guess." Danny shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah, ours, too." Forest answered, and he nodded his head to confirm sheer honesty.

"Alright, I'll play your little game of Family Feud. How do we decide the first contest?"

Paul put his arm around Danny's shoulder and began an explanation. "Each family agrees on an event, and we flip a coin. Whoever wins the coin-flipping contest; we do their choice of event. The loser of that event gets to pick the next event, and so on, until somebody's won three events. I gotta warn you though, the Phoenixes and the Laws take competition very seriously. One time, the Law's cousin was in town. When he caught my second-uncle Joe peeking in a game of Battleship, he kicked his ass so hard we had to call the night off because Joe had to be rushed to the hospital."

"Jeez." Danny said.

"Are you still up for it?"

"I'm up for anything, Paul."