@NexttoNormal I think she's pretty cute, too. Don't lost hope on the nose, though. Check out the collage below. Otto's nose was deceptively buttonish as a kid, too.
@oshizu Yes, the youth of Newcrest and the surrounding areas will be growing up rather quickly, poor kiddos. Tallulah is as merciless as she is blue. Glad you like the snobby name. I have trouble coming up with Sim names, so I made a rule for myself to always use names with double letters. I ran through the Melissas and Michelles quite awhile ago, so now I'm having to get more creative. I really like Tallulah, and I think it suits her pretty well.
Oh, and I'm pretty confident butlers are live-in, but don't take up a household slot, so I think the Spiffendales should be able to have one no problem, unless it ends up being against the rules for some reason. Morris is quivering in anticipation!
@Caterina Yes, she's 100% trouble. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with her, much to the dismay of the neighborhood boys.
@MarianT Thanks! I think so, too. The only ghosts I've had culled so far in the entire game (that I know of) are a random musician and Dennis Kim, so I have high hopes that Goopy will stick around, too. Fingers crossed!
Chapter 63: The Age of Innocence
There she is. Tallulah Spiffendale. Lula. My Lula. And what you’re seeing here is a picture of the moment my life ended. 
Tallulah: Hi! I’m Tallulah! You look cool! Want to be friends?
Jorge: I . . .buh . . . so . . .pretty. Are you my destiny?
Tallulah: Yeah, I don’t know. Probably. Do you like Void Critters?
Jorge: I like everything you like.
Tallulah: Perfect! I can just tell we’re going to be best friends!
I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Jorge. The last name doesn’t matter. The first name doesn’t either, really. I’m just one of many. A face in a crowd of fawning admirers.
Jorge: Awesome.
Tallulah: Speaking of awesome, I think animals are awesome! What’s your favorite animal?
Jorge: You’re my favorite everything.
Tallulah: You’re so silly, Jorge. That’s why I love you.
Jorge: Oh my gosh! I love you, too!
Tallulah: Okay, I have to go meet more people to love, now. See you in school!
Jorge: But, I! Wait! I . . . okay.
Tallulah: Hi! You look cool! I can just tell we’re going to be best friends.
Daquan Whelan: Yes! I will do and be anything you say!
Tallulah: You’re hilarious, Daquan. That’s why I love you.
Daquan: This is the best day of my life.
Pernille: Oh, honey. You visited so soon! Thank you for not making me wait.
Goopy: I was afraid you’d forget me.
Pernille: That’s my Goopy.
Pernille: I’m suddenly nervous for some reason . . . but I have to ask. Will you be my boyfriend?
Goopy: Woohoo! And how!
The next day, I came back to her house. I couldn’t stay away. I just had to see her again.
I aged up to teen later that afternoon, right in her living room. I thought I was safe. What a fool I was.
Man, she’s adorable. Just look at her. And look at me. I’m smitten. Captivated. That look on my face? The look of a starving dog who’s just been offered a juicy steak? That look has stayed on my face from the moment I met Lula to this very moment right now.
I guess the one thing I’ve got to call my own is that I was first. Her first friend. Her best friend. I didn’t know then how lucky I was. That moment right there was the best moment of my life, because at that moment, I was her one and only. But before I even had time to notice, that moment was gone . . .
Morris: Poor sap. He doesn’t even know he’s doomed. *calls out* I’m just going into the office for no reason in particular! Just a normal thing to do, you know. I might make a phone call. Who knows? Totally innocent. Nothing suspicious at all.
Morris: Come on, Morris. Just push send. What could be the harm? It’s not against the rules, and you’d be so great at it. Go on.
Morris: Hehehe. I’ve got a new job!
Morris: Dang it! Where’s the backspace key on this thing? And why are half of these words underlined?
Pernille: What do you think, Grandma Mal? Should I help him out?
Mallory: I don’t know. Seems mighty suspicious to me. Morris wanting to learn how to write all of a sudden. You up to something, Dad?
Morris: No! Nothing! I just happened to notice that I lack a basic understanding of the mechanics of grammar and- Dang it! Why are there so many ways to say, “there?” What is the point? It’s just silly! They all sound exactly the same!
Jorge: You know you’re going to be the death of me.
Tallulah: *giggles* Yeah, probably. You’re so silly, Jorge. That’s why I love you, you know.
Jorge: I hope you never stop saying that.
Pernille: Okay, so step one: your paragraphs are going to need to be . . . existent. And if you keep sitting that close to the screen you’re going to get eye strain.
Morris: *grumbles* All I wanted was to say mean things about other people’s terrible cooking. I didn’t sign up for eye strain.
Tallulah: And when I grow up I’m going to be the most beloved, most beautiful, and most notorious woman in all the world!
Jorge: Well, you’re off too a good start. You’ve got one admirer right in front of you already.
Mallory: Oh, that poor, poor soul. I can’t bear to watch. I’m going to go take a bath.
That was the first time I held her in my arms. I thought I was happy. I had no idea what was to come . . .
Morris: Okay, Lula, now you run off and play with the other kids on the jungle gym. Grampa Morris has work to do. And remember, this is our little secret, okay?
Tallulah: You bet, Grampa Morris! I’m going to jump so high I’ll be able to see our house, and I’m going to be a pirate captain and then I’m going to be a mermaid, and then I’m going to swim all the way to Shang Simla and back!
Morris: You know, you’re really just impossibly adorable. You’re going to want to be careful with that.
Tallulah: You’re so silly, Grampa Morris! That’s why I love you!
Morris: Yeah, yeah. Go pick on somebody your own age.
Morris: One, please.
Vendor: One what?
Morris: Wow. I can’t recognize or pronounce any of these things. This is thrilling! I’ll take one of those things that looks kind of like a frilly snowball.
Vendor: *sigh*
Morris: Yes, yes. Okay. Interesting. A robust mouthfeel and some really unique spices at play here. Smells terrible, though. Oh, wait. I think that’s me. I should have showered before we left.
Tallulah: Hoist the mainsail! Raise the jib! Sea monster off the port bow!
Morris: Blaaaaargh!
Tallulah: This is fun, Grampa, but there’s no kids here at all. I really need to get going if I want to finish all my aspirations in time to become a teen and start crushing people’s hearts like overripe strawberries.
Morris: Is that what you’re planning to do?
Tallulah: Oh, no. Sorry. I think I got carried away with the pirate thing. I just want to love everyone and I want everyone to love me! My heart is so full of love I think I might explode if I don’t give it away!
Morris: That’s much cuter. Let’s hit up some other neighborhoods and see what’s shaking!
Tallulah: Shiver me timbers!
