"Some people just moved in on Raymond Drive." Varvara said. "Iris told me about them. It's a man and his daughter. Apparently they're from England. So I was thinking- maybe we could make something for them? Like, I don't know, a baked potato?" She suggested. "Seems like the neighborly thing to do. What are their names?" Sergey asked, taking a sip from his drink. Sure they were spies and all, but that doesn't mean they aren't allowed to be nice.

"Um, I think his name is Allan. As for his daughter, I know it starts with a J. Jane? Jolene? Josephine! That's it."

"How old are they?" Danny asked, putting her spoon in her mouth. "Um, I think Josephine's about thirteen, fourteen." The blonde woman shrugged, grabbing some ingredients from her pantry. 

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Two days later, they drove down to the Robinson residence, looking at the two story brown house. Varvara walked up and knocked on the door, a blonde man soon opened it. "Good afternoon, I'm Vivian and this is my husband, Steven. These are our daughters Danny and Mae. We made you a baked potato." Varvara smiled at the man.

"Oh, thanks. You said your name is Vivian?" He asked. "I'm Allan. Jo! Get down here, we have guests. Come in." He opened the door wider, gesturing them inside. A blonde girl walked downstairs and Mae was quick to greet her. "Hi! I'm Mae, what's your name?" She already knew her name but hey, it's the nice thing to do. 

"Josephine. But you can just call me Jo. How do you spell your name?" Jo asked, smiling at her.

"M-A-E."

The Lewis' and Robinsons exchanged some conversation and that was that because Char is only wiring this chapter to establish Jo.