What does a twelve-year-old chess tournament junkie do when their manager/legal guardian discovers a long lost relative, eighty million times removed, that pops up and says: Hey, I want to spend time with a total stranger that I might be less related to than Jesus? And a kid?
And where is this relative? In the middle of nowhere! In an actual, honest to God, log-freaking-cabin covered in miles of snow. And no internet!
Yeah, that’s a whole lotta nope right there.
Hopefully this “relative” just wants an autograph and civilization can be returned to before any lasting harm is done.
Everyone knows that boredom kills kids.