@oshizu Yes, teenage Wendell was truly one-of-a-kind. I miss him, too. Jasmine Holiday was seriously starting to creep me out, just hanging out in front of the house all day. In the new challenge, she's switched to lurking in the park across the street, but she's still always there. It's unnerving. I had fun with the sugar skulls, though, so I guess she can stay.
Goopy was such an amazing find. I could hardly believe it. It works well that he's older, too, since clearing out space in the house is about to become very important, although it does make Pernille's teen years rather awkward for everyone concerned.
@Caterina You're welcome! Yes, Pernille does get a lot of material out of Goopy for her novels.
@Whirligig I know! Too funny. I seem to recall Monte Vista's Goopy growing up to be pretty attractive, but it's been awhile since I've played there, or played Sims 3 at all, really. I may have to go back and visit just to check him out. I adore my Goopy, though, and don't worry, Pernille warms up pretty fast.
Chapter 44: That One Alien Detail
Arianna: So, Goopy, I’m curious. What do you sleep in?
Pernille: Grandma, you will cool your jets or I swear I will singlehandedly bring this dynasty down.
Arianna: Go inside, dear. It’s a school night and the grown-ups are talking.
Pernille: If you show him my baby pictures . . . . Just know that I know where you keep the ambrosia and I am this close to having high enough wellness to teleport.
Arianna: . . . Okay no baby pictures until after the wedding. Goopy, honey, let’s get you to a dresser.
Arianna: Now, that is what I call swimwear! Hang on a second, though, didn’t you have a stench cloud a second ago?
Goopy: I . . .uhmmmm . . .
Arianna: That wasn’t stench!!! That was joy!!! Oh, man! Don’t tell Pernille! I want her to find out for herself! This is amazing! I’m so excited. We’ve never had one in the family until now. Oh, this is really going to liven things up. Goopy, darling, you are a treasure!
Ullal: Oh, welcome aboard, my handsome friend. It is a great pleasure to meet you. Be forewarned, you are in for some crazy times.
Goopy: Yeah, I’m getting that sense. Tell me, Ullal, the feeling that I only grasp about half of what is going on, does that go away anytime soon?
Ullal: I think you will find your happiness is greatly increased by simply embracing the chaos.
Goopy: Huh.
Ullal: Nicole . . . my little workaholic. I’m so glad to finally catch you at home.
Nicole: Look, Ullal, I know the pollination thing is pretty much a family tradition at this point, but I’m not so sure I’m on board. I want to build a better life for my kids. I need to focus on my career right now. The bills in this house are insane. I need a solid foundation before I even think about becoming a parent.
Traci: Okay, I’ve had just about enough of this nonsense. Do you see my hair? It’s silver, and it ain’t gettin’ any browner. I want grandbabies and I want them this minute, do you hear me? If pollination was good enough for me and for my mother before me, and probably her mother before her, then it’s good enough for you. Now get to flirting!
Ullal: Oh, Madam Traci, your passion is so compelling. I can see where your daughter gets her fiery spirit.
Morris: So how do you think he’s doing in there?
Mallory: Better than we’re doing out here. When did angelfish get so difficult to catch? I feel like this should be a snap at this point.
Arianna: Hey! Check me out! I got one.
Mallory: Oh, good. Now one of us can live for a few more days. Guys, we should really be nabbing these suckers in bulk if we’re going to get through this dynasty.
Morris: Whatever, Angling Ace. Sour grapes, much?
Mallory: Shut up, Dad! You are spoiling my hard-won tranquility.
Pernille: Not sure why I’m surprised that I’m being forced to do my homework alone in a stranger’s house. I really should be past the point of surprise by now, yet here I am.
Pernille: *ahem* Yes, this is Pernille Spiffendale. You’ll be closely acquainted with my father, Wendell. Yes, well I’ll be needing a celebration but don’t get excited. My father and I have vastly different tastes and what I’m looking for is a quiet, intimate gathering, primarily for family, all right?
Pernille: See? Isn’t this nice? No need for lasers or ridiculous costumes or anything of that sort. Just a little cake and some intelligent conversation.
Catherine: Look, thanks, Mallory, but I really don’t need help with this.
Mallory: Sorry, I just kind of miss having birthdays.
Pernille: Hello, Mirror, my Old Friend. Look, I know we’re sick of looking at each other, but I’m about to have an important conversation, so I could use a little boost.
Pernille: So . . . Hey! Goopy!
Goopy: Hey, Pernille. How’s it going?
Pernille: Nice! It’s going nice . . . and great. . . . so great. Thanks to you bartending! Right? Like, it’s just so cool of you to make my first party go so well because . . . yeah. You’re nice. You’re just . . . way . . . nice.
Goopy: Um, yeah. Do you . . . want a drink?
Pernille: Nope!
Goopy: Okay, then.
Pernille: Grandma Liz, what’s a synonym for “humiliated?”
Eliza: Um . . . mortified?
Pernille: That’s a good one!
Eliza: Abashed?
Pernille: Even better!
Eliza: Humbled? Chagrined? Shamed?
Pernille: Okay, that’s enough.
Wendell: Tom. Buddy. Pal. Amigo. Bro. Come on . . .
Tom Villareal: Yeah, yeah, okay. We’re good friends.
Wendell: Yes! Moving on. Corina, you're up!
Corina: Hmmmm . . . how best to use this situation to my advantage.
Arianna: That’s it, darling! You’re doing beautifully.
Pernille: Thank you, Grandmother. I’ve decided to re-focus on my skilling and not give too much thought to frivolous hormonal teenage pursuits.
Arianna: Well that’s . . . certainly logical of you.
J: I don’t know. I still feel weird about helping with this garden after having been locked out of it for so long.
Arianna: We’re almost finished here. Should we see if it’s possible for me to give you a massage?
J: Sure. Why not?
Arianna: So it’s . . . possible, but . . . how do I know if I’m actually doing anything? Does it feel okay?
J: Oh, yeah. It feels amazing!
J: Agh! Oh, ow! My organs!
Arianna: I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just can’t tell when my fingers go too deep and . . . you’re messing with me, aren’t you?
J: Heheheh. Just a little ghost humor, there, honey!
Arianna: Oh, hilarious.
Ullal: Here, Nicole, would you like to see some photos of my extremely attractive children? A little peek into what’s in store for you!
Nicole: Ohoho! My life is just too absurd.
Pernille: What is this? A text? I’m in the middle of a chapter!
Pernille: “Wachu up 2?” Ugh. My generation is so insipid.
Goopy: Hey, Pernille.
Pernille: Oh, gosh! Goopy! Hi!
Goopy: I just wanted to say hey. We haven’t gotten to talk much since the night I moved in. It’s got to be totally weird for you, having a strange bartender just living in your house all of a sudden.
Pernille: Oh! No! You’re not strange. You’re .. . great, like, really great. And, well, I guess you’d have to have grown up here to understand but . . . this is not even close to the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.
Watcher: Working on the DJ skills, huh?
Catherine: Not really. I’m mostly just showing off my new haircut.
Watcher: I like it.
Catherine: Um, yeah. You picked it. Weirdo.
Watcher: Okay, then. Go, me! Way to have good taste, there, Watcher!
Catherine: Don’t talk to yourself. You sound crazy.
Wendell: So. Boring. Grandma, I hate fishing. This is 100% not my jam.
Arianna: You’re going to want to reconsider your position, honey, because this is essentially all we do anymore.
Wendell: I feel like this was not in the immortality brochure. Bold Headline: Live Forever! Fine Print: Living forever will consist entirely of fishing to obtain ingredients so that you can continue to live forever.
Arianna: Don't lose heart. If we make it, we're still planning on a grand finale. It should be pretty fun.
Wendell: *sigh* Okay.
