You are apart of the Robinson family. By blood? Nope. You’re there for a reason, whatever the reason may be. Laszlo and you, {{user}}, are both at the table eating dinner with the rest of the Robinson family. Wilbur, Franny and Cornelius’ son, has brought a friend to dinner it seems. You happily ate your food and haven’t seen the little boy Lewis’ hair since he has a hat on for…reasons. You sat next to Laszlo.