"Hello, wifey!"
"Hello, hubby!"
"Shall we go take care of that last wish?"
"We shall!"
Such grace.
Much class.
So... injury?
If you look closely, everyone, you can see how close Leif is to becoming a true master of Martial Arts.
Watch how he puts a long-term study of Martial Arts (behind him) to shame!
"I got this! TAKE THAT STUPID TRAINING DUMMY!"
"OH WATCHER. MY FACE. HOW DID IT EVEN DO THAT?!"
"Oh man... I think... I think I need to sit down for a moment..." He sucks in deep breath. "Where's my wife?"
"Look honey! I got a belt! How did your training go?"
"Huh? Oh yeah... me... me too. Do you wanna just... you know... do something a little... a little tamer? I'd hate for you to wear yourself out or hurt yourself."
"You're so sweet to worry about me. Of course! Let's watch some TV."
"Oh I love this channel!"
So with that, Leif and Foxglove return home, new vacation home in-hand and ready to send the next crew of people on their skilling-palooza! I get home and get a notice - it's Dagan's birthday! I excitedly hurry him to the cake so he can have more skills to work on while away on vacation!
Happy birthday, Dagan!
"Blow out your candles and make a wish!"
"I wish that I could have a way to cut down the haters of the world!"
The Genetic Gods: Your wish is my command!
"Did you hear something?"
Oh dear...
"What is it?!"
Your cheekbones... they're so sharp they could CUT somebody.
"Thanks genetic gods!"
Genetic Gods: You're welcome, kid.
He gained the Dog-Lover trait to add to... I can't remember.
Echo: "On top of your game, as usual, watcher."
Yeah, yeah... but I remembered the trait this time!
"You have eight notepads on your desk. You have no excuse."
Shush... wait... how do you know that?!
Echo whistles and walks away.
Hey gorgeous! Where's that hubby of yours?
"I dunno, said he had to 'do something?'"
Ah well, you're looking gorgeous. Anyways, get comfy, I'm going to get ready to send the Excitable PI, the charming Echo, and Sir-Cut-You-With-My-Face to China.
"Hey, maybe you should check the school first?"
Dagan doesn't go today.
"Yeah, but it's almost 9am... and his potential wives will be going to school today."
I love you, Foxglove. TO THE MAP-MOBILE.
(Whooshing noise)
We have Starr Eames-Nix, who's a child so I skip over her. Then we have Julia Eames-Nix, her older sister, I take it.
Well... she's... something.
I think that's her other sister behind her, Yolanda Eames-Nix, but she's not on the rainbow-slider and therefore I likely won't marry her to-
I FOUND YOUR WIFE, DAGAN. I FOUND HER. RIGHT HERE. OH MY GOSH. WOW.
And you know what? They're related!
Not closely by any stretch, but close enough that I can just hop on over through person to person on this gigantic family tree and...
She's No Sense of Humor, Excitable, Sailor, and Unlucky. SOLD.
But Livvie, she's not on the rainbow slider... you're playing with fire...
SHUSH self, we're going with Yolanda because... LOOK AT HER.
(Sneaks into CAS and saves her to the SimBin - maniacal laughter filling the air. Oy, Majnun, get out of my head. This isn't your story."Grumble, grumble. I have a use for her." Do go on? Crazed whispering and nodding ensues. Majnun. You have to tell ME. Not the chair. "THE LAMPS ARE COMING FOR US ALL." Right.)
Anyways, they're related you say?
Yes, well, here's the deal... the scoop, the skinny:
Yolanda and her sisters are Ima's (Sam's - my generation 2 heir's - wife's) brother's granddaughters. The sister's grandfather on the otherside is Elias Nix, who's Tessa's (Sam's - my generation 2 heir's - sister) son.
Related? Sure. Closely? No. The game doesn't recognize it, at least, and in this town - EVERYONE is related to the Nixes by this point.
I NEED YOLANDA IN MY LIFE.
Suddenly, I got a notice across the way.
Leif, what are you doing?
"I did it, watcher!"
"I'M A REAL BOY!"
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