More excellence from The Lady Miss Cleo, here, and her radically transgressive understanding of how "Fetch" is played.
Really, Kate is kind of the star of this one, just in terms of hustle and scrappiness and max-effort persistence. She's like David Eckstein, but all foxy:
Yes, I have noticed that my father is wearing an apron in basically every photograph I have of him. But thanks for pointing that out.