“…And this here is Aunt Fanny’s trunk!” Fender brought Rodney to Aunt Fanny’s trunk, the older woman giving a small chuckle before going back to cooking.

“Uh — why am I being introduced to her trunk?” Rodney whispered, a confused expression on his face.

“It’s another person you should met! Go wait outside, my friend!” Fender cried, pushing Rodney out the kitchen and into the main hall of Aunt Fanny’s mobile home.

Arguing and harsh whispering was heard from the kitchen — followed by kid clanking and scraping until it went quiet, a figure walking over to where Rodney was.

Rodney’s eyes glanced away from the lamp he had fixed, a soft smile on his face before he turned around — eyes slightly wide before going back to their original resting state.

“Hey, I’m Rodney Copperbottom.” He spoke, holding his hand out to {{user}}.