The word "contingency" is derived from the French word Contingeré. Or perhaps it is Latin. Either way, the word "contingency" is derived from a word from one of those two languages and means something in that language. For the sake of simplicity we are going to say that Contingeré is a verb that means "to befall", there are other definitions of the word and you can look them up in your spare time.

Much like dice landing on a number after you roll them, watching a ball stopping its spin on a roulette wheel, or drawing a card from a shuffled deck: you can't really control what contingencies befall upon you. You can obsess over win percentages, pie charts, weather reports, tarot readings, and (in some cultures) the Marmota monax in order to ascertain some gleamings of the future. But your efforts are in vain: things just kind of happen.

Lady Luck does not care about pie graphs and has been on a diet to maintain her figure, she doesn't give a damn about your safe drivers discount, you can have the hottest babe blow on your dice and she'd just shrug and make those bones roll snake-eyes. Lady Luck is a Virgo and doesn't really put much stock into babe hotness or physical appearances in general- she's on that diet for health reasons, so do not step.

She is also a Virgo moon, but we aren't really too sure about what this entails.

Lately Lady Luck has taken a little liking to our beloved Lincoln Loud. Lincoln and Lady Luck have a troubling relationship, mainly because Lincoln can feel his balls shrivel up and retreat back into his body whenever anyone says the "L"-word. Lady Luck unfortunately kind of fell for him after she saw him try and fail to escape from the cold and uncaring grasp of contingency over the last 13 (almost 14, just three more months) years of his life- not because he was particularly competent in dodging "fate" but she kinda liked how cute he looked while he suffered. She is currently working up the courage to invite him to dinner to meet her parents and see where things go from there. She may have bought a promise ring.

Unbeknownst to Lincoln: things are kind of heating up between the two of them.

Lady Luck has decided to give Lincoln Loud a big room and a bigger bank account, she also has other things planned for him in the future and those will probably be not as fun. But, she has decided to let Lincoln Loud wake up instead of giving him a heart attack or sending a bunch of spiders down his mouth to asphyxiate him while he was sleeping. Which is pretty nice of her, if you ask us.

By the good graces of Lady Luck, Lincoln Loud woke up this Saturday morning and decided to make it everyone else's problem.

Lincoln stirred in his bedsheets and let out a blissful sigh. That was possibly the most restful sleep he has ever gotten for as long as he can remember- which admittedly isn't that long, he can't even remember what he had for breakfast yesterday. Probably nothing, but he didn't focus too much on his hazy memory and found himself amazed by the sharpness of his senses. An odd sense of immediacy overwhelmed him.

"Heeello." An odd screeching voice came from the window.

"What. What is it?" Lincoln groggily sat up and directed his still fuzzy vision to the window, "Do I need to set up a 'no solicitors' sign or something? Jeez. This used to be a good neighborhood…"

Lincoln stood up and stretched, "Oh, ding-dang! I'm not, like, completely tense all over! This bed ru-" Lincoln's exuberance was cut short by a series of tapping from the windowsill.

"Alright, alright, just sto-" He opened the curtains and was greeted with the sight of a black and white bird, "Okay. No, I would not like any bird scout cookies and I am not really in the mood to let Bird Jesus in my heart right now, I'm thinking about dating so I think that might make it a bit crowded in ther-"

Lincoln narrowed his eyes when he realized the magpie has decided to make her nest in his windowsill, "No. Listen, I am not subletting my windowsill to any tenants at the moment. Things are packed enough in the house, I bet you don't even have renter's insura-" The magpie tilted its head slowly at Lincoln, "Oh, do not look at me like that. I get it, you're an expectant mother but don't expect sob stories to work on m-"

The magpie tapped its black beak on the glass once and fluttered to the tree revealing a pair of earrings in the nest, "Oh, hey…" Lincoln squinted his eyes, "Lola has been looking for these for months…" After shrugging his shoulders he opened up the window and picked up the missing Christmas gift out of the nest, "Alright, fine, this will cover this month's rent. I'll have someone type out the lease agreement and send it to yo-"

"LINCOLN LOUD, IT IS MUCH TOO EARLY FOR YOU TO BE TALKING TO ANIMALS, KEEP IT DOWN." A cantankerous voice barked from next door.

"Alright, alright! Sorry, Grouse! And hey- I'll see you later at Lynn's Table. I think the brunch special is Ham and Cheese Quiche today!" Lincoln closed the window and turned around before getting face to face with his raven haired sister.

"Good mo-" Lucy was interrupted by a falsetto screech from her elder brother.

"AHHHHhhhhhh-uh, a g-good morning to you too, Lucy!" Lincoln's scare shook any remaining sleepiness out of him, "You'd tell me if you could shape-shift into a bird, r-right?"

"No." Lucy shook her head, "I would most likely keep something like that to myself," she sighed and spared a look behind Lincoln and stared into the beady eye's of the magpie now sitting in her nest, "And I'm fairly certain I couldn't be in two places at once- plus bats are my preferred motif, Magpies are Haiku's and she cannot shape-shift in the physical rea-" Lucy cleared her throat, "Ahem, anyways, I am here to ensure that you wake up on time for your shift at Lynn's Table."

"Wait, so Haiku can shape-shift in the Ghost-Zone?" Lincoln pursed his head and nodded, "That's pretty badass!"

Lucy clicked her tongue and spoke with an annoyed hurried tone, "Tch, confound you and Hunter Spektor's lousy Ghost-Zone, your casual and wanton disregard for eons worth of spectral research hinders the legitimacy of real practitioners of the sanguine arts- No. Haiku can manifest her form as a Magpie in the Astral Plane after years of practice and guidance from her grandmother."

"Hehe, you said 'Ass'..." Lincoln chuckled before receiving a flurry of fists, "Ouch! Ouch! Alright! Alright! I'll stop being 'racist' about ghosts or whatever the heck it is you're mad at me about… And also- the Ghost Zone is called that in order to be a kind of neutral term, like: The Afterlife is predicated on there being an afterlife and Lisa kinda proved that wrong," Lucy simply clicked her tongue again and tapped her shoe impatiently while Lincoln gathered his work clothes to change into after his shower, "To us ARRRRGHonauts: The Ghost Zone is just the physical phenomena of Ghosts that we can observe glimpses of, but we differentiate that between the Spector Area that is more in line with what you'd call the Astral Plane because that is based on there being a disconnect between this realm and that one, it's all the same 'Plane' we just can't see it. Sorta like how dogs are colorblind."

"Dogs can see color, Lincoln. Just not red or green." Lucy icily replied, "But, I understand where you and your casual interlopers are coming from, I suppose. Sigh, I just find using that neutral language of your's disheartening, and perhaps a bit offensive to people who actually believe in something…"

"Whoa, hey," Lincoln held up his hands defensively and accidentally whipped his face with a pantleg of his black work chinos, "Just because God isn't real in this particular universe and the only thing that happens to us after we die is 13 grams of pure information ascending to a higher plane of existence to fuel our universe's entropy doesn't mean I think it's, like, dumb to believe in something, I just think it's fun to say the word 'Ghost Zone' in utter seriousness. Makes me feel like a cartoon character or something."

"Wait…" Lucy and Lincoln turned to see that Lana has been in Lincoln's room for an indeterminate amount of time, "If God isn't real then is Santa real?"

Lucy smirked and turned to Lincoln, "Yes, Lincoln, what have Lisa's machines told us about the existence of Santa Claus?"

"Lana, how long have you been here?" Lincoln chuckled and slapped her lightly with a pantleg of his hung up black work khakis.

"H-hey, stop that!" Lana gripped the pants and ripped them out of Lincoln's hand after the third slap, "I have been here for an indeterminate amount of time- And why didn't you ask Lucy? I just stepped in because I got tired of waiting around in the hallway to get the chance to talk to you about lawns

… Listening to you two egg-heads talking about Austrian Planes and Spectator Areas or what-the-heck-ever got boring…"

"Oh, yeah, pretty heavy topic for uh," Lincoln checked his watch, "6 in the morning… Don't know why Grouse was yelling at me, that guy wakes up at 5-," Lincoln, like the rest of the Louds have no idea that their regular speaking voice can cause hearing damage in prolonged exposure to their casual conversation voice, "But, no, Santa Claus isn't real and you should know this by now, you're at least 7 or 8 years old-"

"I'm 8, Linc…" Lana rolled her eyes and hopped up on Leni's bed and threw her hands up in exasperation, "Don't know why I bother being a good girlwhen I still get the same amount of Christmas presents… makes Lola's side of the room not being a coal mine a bit more sense, though…"

Lucy shook her head and smiled at Lana before patting her bedhead, "I find it funny that you think tracking mud in the house is good girl behavior- but your efforts will be rewarded, both good and bad…" Lana's face paled.

Lincoln groaned, "Fine! I guess it is kinda crummy that no one ever thanks you for all the help you do around the house," Lincoln pulled up his phone and pulled up a website before throwing it at Lana, "Pick a mower, any mower. Money isn't an object, think of it as a start-up investment for your little lawn business."

Lana caught the phone and raised an eyebrow, "Jeez, Linc', some of these have a lot of zeros on 'em. You sure you can afford this? Like, I appreciate the gesture but Ol' Bessie chops grass just fi-"

"Listen," Lincoln held up his hand and closed it before turning to face the window and stared down his new tenant sitting in her nest, "Feed a feller a fish and he ain't hungry for a day- Teach a feller to fish and he still gots ta buy a fishin' license… my buddy Liam told me that one. I'm not entirely sure what it means, but everything sounds wise with that accent of his- Basically, I kinda get what it's like to be your age and be strapped for cash. I had to basically beg just to get a couple bucks for a comic book. This way you never have to worry about asking me or dad for money- I know how proud you are, Lana. You're a bit like Mom in that regard, stubborn. Wish I was like that when I was your age…" Lincoln quickly grimaced and stopped himself from expanding upon his embarrassing monologue, he gave a light chuckle and shook the cringes off.

"Uh, th-thanks Linc'..." Lana shifted uncomfortably in the bed, she wasn't quite sure if he was insulting her or complimenting her, she sighed and scrolled through the mowers and picked the most expensive one, "This one has a built in detatcher and roller, also a bag. Runs on unleaded and can get up to 30mph on high gear," Lana's eyes widened, "Whew! And I can pick up more accessories when I get the scratch for them!"

Lincoln picked up the phone from Lana's hands and placed an order, "Cool, you can pick it up at 11 when Tucker's Tractor Supply opens up, the order is under my name so bring your school ID or something."

Lana shot up and stood on the bed, "LINC, that thing costs like a bazillion dollars! Are you crazy?"

"I am absolutely insane," Lincoln nodded in reply, "Let me be a good big brother for once in my life. Plus, I basically just make money doing nothing from comic book movie royalties and being The Moon Goats manager. I'm 13, what the heck am I gonna do with all this money, anyway? Sit on it? That's Lola's whole thing…"

"Sigh…" Lucy sighed, "At least buy a new pair of jeans for yourself, Lincoln."

Lincoln turned back around and laughed, "Yeah, sure- heck I might even go crazy and buy two pairs of pants…" Lucy and Lincoln let out a laugh like Lincoln just said the craziest thing in the world and Lana got off the bed and looked at them in confusion, "It's kind of a weird feeling… Like using cheat codes in The Ulations to get a bunch of money and max out your skills- like, what are you gonna do next?"

Lucy and Lana nodded their heads thoughtfully and spoke unanimously, "Yeah, I get that." Video games might be Lincoln's thing but every Loud house kid loves the simulation game The Ulations, but they aren't a fan of having to shell out 30 bucks every month for new DLC.

"Anyways," Lincoln turned around and sternly addressed his pigtailed sister, "Lana, get over here and look at this lawn."

Lana ambled over to Lincoln and took a look: the grass looks like it hasn't been cut in a month, and the parts that are cut make it look as though whoever did it was drunk due to zigzagging lines to dodge toys and sports equipment. The big tree was completely covered in toys and balls, and the garden looks like someone took a weedwacker to it.

"Looks like it always does, Linc…" Lana braced herself for whatever diatribe Lincoln had planned for her.

Lincoln shook his head, "That's the problem, Lana. The yard looks like garbage. No one is going to want to rent your services if your yard looks like a hurricane hit it. Pick up all the various toys and crud- in the grass, trees, and the roof. Take your new mower to it, think of it as you paying me back. I'll take some photos when you're done and build a little portfolio for you, maybe a brochure."

"People do love brochures…" Lucy tilted her head to stare at the magpie, it tilted its head in response, "And don't expect me to help you out, Lana. Shudder, I may enjoy digging graves but yardwork isn't my idea of a good time."

Lana took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah, good point. I'll get to it after-" Lana rolled her eyes and groaned, "Morning tea with Lola, Meli, and Lacey…"

As if summoned like some kind of demon Lacey St. Claire appeared behind Lana, "Lana. I woke up cold and in an empty bed. Is this how you treat your guests? Your friends?" Lacey St. Claire grabbed Lana by her arm and dragged her out the room, "I apologize for intruding upon your room, young man. I had to retrieve my Lana. I hope to see you later, and wish you a good morning."

"Yeah, thanks for the mower, Lincoln…" Lana let loose a defeated sigh and let her body go limp as she was dragged out the room, "I'll get that lawn looking good by the end of the day…"

"Have fun, you two…" Lincoln waved goodbye and squinted his eyes when he saw that Lacey was wearing one of Lana's oversized T-shirts and elbowed Lucy with a smirk, "Wow… they're already wearing each other's clothes. Kinda adorable."

Lucy rolled her eyes, "Please, Lincoln. Have some tact and quit shipping your sister's with their friends, she's still a kid, I thought you were above 'meddling'… "

Lincoln raised his eyebrow and his smirk deepened, "If I remember correctly a certain 8 year old had her first date at 8 years old…" Lincoln tried to elbow Lucy again and she dodged it and gave him a light sock in the stomach, "Oof, sorry, sorry… Jeez, has Lynn been teaching you how to fight or something? I couldn't even see that fist coming…"

"No. I am just very good at dodging, but I suppose Lynn has a hand in that," Lucy sighed and gave him a tiny smirk, "I do not need a black belt to show that I can kick butt."

Lincoln raised his hands defensively, "Alright, I get it. I will not step to you, Lucy Loud. But I guess it is kinda weird for me to just assume that there is something going on between Lacey and Lana, they probably are just friends but I just thought it was kinda obvio-"

"I wasn't disagreeing with you, Lincoln." Lucy shook her head, "I think there may be something between the two of them as well, but you should keep such observations to yourself so as to not pressure the two of them."

"Well, yeah," Lincoln shrugged his shoulders, "That's why I made the observation in private."

"Oh, yes. Ahem, you can count on me for secrecy," Lucy embarrassingly assured, "Now, uh, I am going to get ready for the day-I have plans with Haiku and Persephone today, now that you're sufficiently awake. Is there anything you need me to take care of while you are gone?"

"Could you give these back to Lola after you run them through the dishwasher or something?" Lincoln dropped a pair of earrings into Lucy's hands, "The magpie gave them to me for its rent- so they might be caked with bird poo-" Lucy groaned and dropped them to the floor before wiping her hands on Lincoln's bedsheets and picked them up with a clean sock from one of his drawers, "Okay, yeah that's on me, sorry. Run them in the dishwasher or something… Also, could you return great-grandpa Leopold's jacket to the attic?"

"Ahem," Lucy cleared her throat, "Why?"

"I, uh-" Lincoln uncomfortably scratched the back of his head, "Think I'm a little too old to play dress up, I feel like I shouldn't be running around in costumes anymore…"

"Sigh," Lucy sighed, "Lincoln, that jacket is simply a jacket. If you want to return it: then you return it. I personally think the jacket fits you just fine, you will grow into it. Whether you like it or not."

Lucy left the room and Lincoln shrugged his shoulders. He took the jacket and made his way to the bathroom, work clothes in tow.

"Keep it dooooown…" The magpie screeched.

You probably do a lot of thinking in the shower. Lincoln isn't that much different and does a lot of thinking in there too. The problem with this is that he only has about 5 minutes of shower time before he has to step out or turn the temperature down, hot water is a scarce resource in their household.

As a consequence of that, this particular Lincoln doesn't really spend a whole lot of his time alone with his thoughts. This is a good thing, or a bad thing. It depends on who you ask.

He usually spends his 5 minute oasis in a state of delirium, sorting through and trying to make sense of the itinerary of his coming day.

Let's take a look:

Morning shift at Lynn's Table. Gotta get Luan up, talk to her in the car about the party. Call up Sully and Mazzy and get their asses into the restaurant at the tail end of my shift and have a mini-meeting. Depending on how that goes I should also go bug Sam at the Burnt Bean, maybe take her out to lunch. Play it cool, just see where she's at, too old to play detective. After that go check on Luna, hit up Clyde, three of us head to Baudrillard's Furniture Barn. Pick up a couch, two love seats, display shelves, TV console, TV, mini-fridge. Need clothes, buy online. Maybe tell Leni that I'm shopping and get her to make me a cart online or something, she'll like that. Make her feel included. Talk to her if time works out. Both her and Lori are coming back for the graduat-. Oh fuck. Shit. I took their room. Make reservations at the Royal Woods hotel. Book three months just in case. Penthouse. Throw a Cartomancy Records business card at the concierge, might be able to write it off as a business expense. Check on RSVP list Lola emailed me. Call up some peeps on the list to ensure that not everyone is all up on me during graduation the whole day. Simple "hello's" and "how you doin's". Have Clyde on standby with a soundboard to bail me out if things stretch out too long. Slumber party. Order pizzas. Maybe buy a gaming PC, laptop lags during LAN parties. Talk to the Gang about dating. Pick their brains. Get roll of duct tape ready if Rusty decides to act like Rusty.

Lincoln spat out the mouthwash down the shower drain and shut the water off. He quickly toweled off and slapped on some face moisturizer to ensure that his skin wouldn't get too dry, Leni might be showing up and if he isn't optimally groomed she might get upset. He threw on his work clothes: white button down and black khakis and slip-proof black shoes. A black vest and bowtie completed the look. After some deliberation he decided to throw on the leather jacket. It gets pretty cold in the restaurant in the morning- the senior brunch rush will complain if they can't see their breath.

After wiping off the fog he grimaced at his reflection, he still kinda felt like the jacket wasn't really him but shrugged his shoulders. The only other jacket he has that still fits is his Royal Woods Middle School varsity jacket (he lettered in Student Council), but figured he'd be more embarrassed to be seen in that. He also has no idea where it is.

He heard a banging on the front door after stepping out of the bathroom and quickly ran down to get it. Lincoln had a good idea of who it was.

Family.

We aren't going to assume that you have one, but you probably do. And we aren't going to assume that you are on good standing with them either, because you probably aren't. We aren't going to tell you to call your mom and check on her, because that's weird. Quit bugging your mother, she has enough on her plate as it is. She doesn't need you calling her up at 7 PM to talk about where she "hid" your expensive plastic "battle tops" or "collectable" trading cards. She threw them away. She doesn't care how "valuable" they are, if money is tight you should get a better job.

Your mother is probably right, you probably shouldn't be obsessing over things from your past and rationalizing your deification of your memories by slapping a price tag on them. And if you really liked that stuff you should have taken them with you when you moved out. Unless if you haven't moved out yet and she just threw it all out anyways, in that case: maybe you should move out, your mother is nuts. Or at least rent out a storage locker or something, they honestly aren't that expensive. We aren't entirely sure what Lincoln was talking about yesterday with the whole "renting out two storage units" thing, but whatever. He's a weird kid.

It kind of runs in the family.

Lincoln approached the door. The knock had a distinct roll to it, as if the person was rapping their knuckles along to the beat to a song. Lincoln squinted his eyes in recognition: Grandpa Leonard.

Lincoln liked his Grandpa Leonard. He's a pretty serious guy, but also a bit goofy. The old man spent a lot of time at sea, doing various sea-guy stuff. Fishing, looking for buried treasure, rescuing stranded tourists, fighting off sea-monsters. You know, sea-guy stuff. Nowadays he spends his days as a summer camp counselor, during the off season he rents out Camp Mastodon for various corporate retreats and family reunions. After two or so years of "land-lubbing" he has reacquainted with his land legs and is having a very fun time spending his twilight years with his family, he is also in very good shape.

Lincoln noted that Leonard looked about 10 years younger since he saw him the previous month for his annual health check up with Lisa. Unlike Albert, Leonard is all for Lisa going absolutely mad-scientist all up in his business. This may have something to do with the fact that his hair has started to grow back and him looking totally shredded.

Lincoln quickly opened the door to advance the narrative and was greeted with a flurry of knocks on his noggin.

"Oops!" Leonard quickly withdrew his fist and gave his damp hair a worried pat, "Almost gave me a heart attack, Linc. 'My B', as they say… I suppose I'm used to you being a baby, didn't want to bruise your soft skull. But-" Leonard quickly dropped his bags and firmly grasped Lincoln's shoulders, "Lemme take a look at you, my little dude…"

Lincoln shut his mouth for once in his life and watched as Grandpa Leonard lowered his small circle-framed sunglasses and gave him a look over.

You hear this expression a lot: "They looked through someone". That isn't what Grandpa Leonard was doing at all. He was looking at Lincoln. Sizing him up and taking in who he was at that moment. An odd, hawkish stare- to the outside observer it looked like his face was screwed up in constipation. The outside observer would be wrong in this case because Leonard's bowel movements have been the best they've ever been in the last two years of his life. Leonard was giving Lincoln the Loud Stare, a look of pure concentration and immediacy that he recognized in himself and his siblings whenever they were up to something. Lincoln couldn't help but smile.

"Ha!" Leonard laughed with a grin that reached his eyes and popped the collar of Lincoln's leather jacket, "Groovy! My dad's old jacket! He would've wanted you to have it," Leopold chuckled and grabbed a green duffel bag at his feet and Lincoln quickly scrambled over to snag a folded up navy cot his grandpa brought with him, "You know- that thing's been to Hell and back… My ol' daddy-o wore that thing like a bullet proof vest- not that he'd ever need it, that cat could make those bullets turn back around in embarrassment with one of his smiles…"

"That's uh-" Lincoln quickly closed the door and followed as Leonard made his way to the living room and took a seat on Dad's massage chair and giddily turned it on, "Nice of you to say, grandpa. I was kinda worried that it wasn't really me, like I was playing dress-up or something…"

Luan and Benny were passed out on the couch, with Lynn on the floor. It looks like they had a wild night. Leonard gave a laugh and snapped some photos of them with his cellphone.

"Linc, Linc, Linc," Leonard tsk-ed, "It's just a jacket, and it gets mighty cold in the mornings up here. Plus- you got uh… 'Drip', am I using that term correctly?"

Lincoln furrowed his brow, it looks like his grandpa has been trying to keep in touch with his generation, "Yeah, I believe so…"

"Good, good," Leonard got up from the chair and stretched and immediately took out a marker from his duffel bag and made his way to his grand-daughter Luan's sleeping form, "You kid's lingo is pretty ding-dang groovy… Drip, Swag, the Yolo, and all of the Periodt's. Makes me totes jelly, very-" Leonard drew a talk bubble on Luan's face that read I love my grandpa! and took a quick selfie with her, "Poetic. Or at least fun. Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. Speaking of which- how was that party last night? Didn't see you in any of TheOlBenster's stories on instagrim last night, just you and Lynn looking 'fly af' on that snipchat of yours…"

Lincoln raised an eyebrow at Leonard as he took off his sunglasses and put them on Luan and manipulated her hands into giving a peace sign for another selfie, "Wait- instagrim has stories now? That must be new or something, I gotta update my phone," Lincoln groaned as he pulled out his hand-me-down Nebula Note 5 and tapped at the cracked screen, "I hate updates…"

"Nonsense, my boy! That's just the future knocking on your front door!" Leonard laughed, he made his way back to the armchair and squinted at the remote before turning on the TV, "Time marches on, Lincoln. Don't be like your grandpa and spend the majority of your life on the run from progress, it's hell on your knees… And plus-" Leonard pointed at the Ultra HD 8K television set showing the morning news, "Look at that picture! You can practically make out the pores on the newscaster's nose! Back in my day we had like 2 and a half channels, and all of them were propaganda from the man…"

Leonard messed around with the remote until he found the volume control and cranked the speakers up to a crisp 40.

"Hello, this is Katherine Mulligan with Channel 8 Morning News," Lincoln grimaced at the sound of her voice, he can't stand Katherine at all, "LoudTech announces plans to construct a new railway system stretching from Woodland County to the GLC metropolitan area. Fishing Season starts on Lake Eddy in 2 weeks, what experienced anglers want you to know. Royal Wood's Temperatures continue to bamboozle meteorologists worldwide as they sit in the low 40's at the beginning of June, here is Patchy with the deta-"

Leonard quickly changed the channel and mused, "You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows…", he settled for a Love Boat rerun, "I'm excited for that new season coming up, Lincoln! Love Boat: Castaway Island… I'm a real sucker for reality TV, don't tell anyone."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm pretty hyped for it too, usually it's only one celebrity guest but I heard that this season it's every contestant!" Leonard replied with a low whistle and turned the volume down a bit, "So, how long are you sticking around Royal Woods, Grandpa? I know things are gonna start heating up back at camp with school starting up…"

"What? I can't spend time with my adorable grandchildren anymore?" Leonard grumbled but quickly changed his tone, "I'll be crashing in your basement until Wednesday, I'd stay at a motor court but those cats want 75 bucks a night! I'd sleep in the car bu-"

"You are welcomed here any time, Grandfather." Lucy interrupted as she stepped from behind the loveseat, Lincoln shot her a look for trying to give their grandfather a heart attack but instead of freaking out Leonard quickly got up and spun Lucy around in a hug, "Ahhhhh, ha ha ha." Lucy giggled monotonously.

"Lucy!" Leonard cried out, "My wonderful little Lucy! How are you doing?"

Lucy was placed down on her feet and quickly shot Lincoln a look and tapped her wrist before returning her attention to her Grandpa, "I am excited for the summer. Me and my friends have things planned, and Haiku and Persephone might be able to join us at camp next month. Next school year I will be in 7th gra-"

Lincoln blinked and quickly checked his watch and rushed over to Luan, "Luan if you don't get in the shower and get ready for work I am going to be very upset with yo-"

"Five more minutes, Lori." Luan whined turned over on the couch.

"Luan, I am going to get the hose from the backyard and hose you down like Lana if you do not get up right no-"

Luan quickly scrambled to her feet on the couch and gave a salute, "Yes, mam!", and blinked in surprise at her surroundings, "Oh. Lincoln. Haha. Oops, sorry bro. Also-" Luan's face brightened up and she leaped off the couch to give her grandpa a hug, "Grandpa Leonard! EVERYONE WAKE UP, GRANDPA LEONARD IS HERE!", a stampede of feet was heard from upstairs, "Welp, gotta go get ready for work before Lincoln hoses me down, again," Luan quickly gave Benny a peck on his sleeping forehead before heading upstairs, "I'll go pick up some ice cream after my shift, you like Pecan Surprise, right?"

"You got it, Luan!" Leonard chuckled, "Well, what are you waiting around for, Lincoln? Go get vanzilla started, you know how she's like…"

"Yeah, yeah," Lincoln chuckled as he waited the extra 45 seconds to totally update his piece of crap phone and shoved it in his pocket, "See you later, old man!"

Lincoln quickly sprinted out the front door before he got caught in the tide of the Sister-Tsunami of the girls excited to see their grandpa.

"Instead of "groovy" it was "bean"

And "Jeepers, it's wild"
It just doesn't seem that different now
The why's are the same, it's just a question of how, ah
Doesn't it seem a little bit like now?"

Wasn't It a Bit Like Now? by The Association

The Nanabozho ([nɐˌnɐbʊˈʒʊ]) Crater is an impact crater buried underneath Lake Eddy in Michigan.[3] Its center is located offshore near the communities of Royal Woods and Hazeltucky, and is named after an Anishinaabe trickster figure and culture hero.[4] It was formed when a large asteroid, about 10 kilometers (6.2 miles) in diameter, struck the Earth.[5]

Been a while. I got caught up in a bunch of things. It's all dreadfully boring. Writing on my phone has been getting harder and harder, really oughtta upgrade, I feel like it's at a point where it's actively hindering my ability and drive to get words down. I hope your doing okay. I like that most of you have read LDNT, there are a lot of similarities between the two but it's pointedly different, at least to me- you might think it's the same thing, that's fine. I like that I can write the same character with different characterizations and still have it come out as half-way lucid. It's kinda hard not to get stuck in the minutiae and have the pace not slow to a crawl, but I am trying to work on it.