Fletch´s pov

I heard sighing. Not sad sighing, but happy, lovestruck. Like when I met Olive.. the faraway, happy look in Flynn´s eyes gave him away. I had to tease him just a bit, so I playfully nudge his shoulder and whisper: You love Emily. Emily Parks Chestnut. You´re in love, you´re in love, you´re in- he slapped me on the chest slightly: Stop it, Dad. I´ll do it myself. I´ve got the Quimby charm, remember?- I smiled and tousled his hair: That´s my boy. Now, go get that girl!- yep. He got her. Hook, line AND sinker. And that´s how it´s done, Quimby style.