“I thought incest was only a thing where I came from.”
“He is remarkably like you, Isaac. How distant is this cousinship?”
”Gross, Isaac isn’t even my type.
As good looking as he is,
I’m really more of a ladies’ man.”
”Summer, I have no clue what you’re trying to ask.
Martin, any ideas?”
”Not even a little bit.
Do you mean physical distance?”
Summer snorts and giggles. “I mean, first cousins, second cousins, what?” She gestures with a finger. “It can’t be your moms were sisters, because you have the same last name.”
“So … what’s your type, Martin?”