Pippin: Knave is somehow managing to level up in athletics.
Knave: Oww! I'm obviously stronger now, because that hurt less this time.
Pippin: Meantime, Anastasia continues to grow as a gardener.
Anastasia: And what exactly are you planning to do to address the oncoming winter?
Pippin: Oh. I...that is...we could...
Anastasia: Glad you've got this all planned out. Now what about zombies? Can I have a fence around my garden at least?
Pippin: I'm sure they'll just all chat intellectually and leave the veggies alone.
Anastasia: As if! Everyone knos zombies are herbivores. Just save us all time and send the meteor now.
Pippin: I said I was sorry about that! And meantime, the third member of our household, Oriole, continues to work on her sculpting skill.
Pippin: Oh wait, she doesn't live here! Why is she here all the time?
Knave: She's my bestie!
Anastasia: If she so much as remotely prompts a romantic thought from you, I will snap her neck and use her hair for shoelaces.
Knave: Oh, my beloved, you're so amusing!
Oriole: And kind. And lovely. Please don't hurt me.
Pippin: But Oriole was not the only frequent visitor to our house. This young lady would pop by on a daily basis to enjoy the house and whatever was in the fridge.
Knave: Do you maybe think you could possibly clean up some things, if it's not too much trouble? Like maybe take out the garbage or something? Maybe?
Maid: Oh, if only your scary wife wasn't here I'd so get away with never actually doing any work.
Knave: Okay, thanks!
Pippin: The expense of a maid was inconvenient, but it freed up time for skilling and relationship building. However, a convenient way to get more money presented itself: presents!
Knave: Thanks for coming to our gift giving party, everyone!
Anastasia: We plan to sell all your gifts.
Pippin: But other visitors also came by the Flanagan-Nix household that night.
Zombie 1: Well, I suppose everyone's expecting us to kill the plants.
Zombie 2: I get so tired of the stereotyping.
Zombie 3: Right? As if, just because we're zombies, we'd be herbivores.
Zombie 2: Exactly. Some zombies happen to be carnivores, thank you very much.
Zombie 1: And intellectuals, might I add. As if we can't all just stand around and have a lovely chat.
Zombie 3: Right? If only people could see the real challenge that faces zombies in this so-called sophisticated era.
Zombie 1: Undead discrimination, I tell you! I'm going to write a sternly-voiced letter to my local congressman.
Zombie 3: Here here!
Zombie 2: Good show, old boy!
Pippin: The undead. They're people too. Anyway, back to the people who are alive, they've each reached level 3 of their respective careers and have made headway in two skills each. They're also making sure to have good relationships with important characters.
Knave: May I please have a promotion, Mr. Boss?
Mr. Boss: Oh, so you want me to promote you simply because we're such good friends?
Knave: Yes, please!
Mr. Boss: How about no?
Pippin: He's
so lucky Anastasia's not home right now. She was out with her protégé.
Anastasia: No, young padawan, when the mixologist drops shards of glass on her own feet, we laugh at her pain. We don't hold it in.
Benni: You are so wise, mistress Anastasia.
Anastasia: Indeed.
Pippin: And despite not getting a promotion handed to him simply for being a nice guy, Knave did get a chance to improve his job status by learning martial arts.
Knave: We're going to China!
Anastasia: Whatever.
Pippin: I don't think he could look any less threatening.
Knave: Fear me, practice dummy!
Pippin: Umm, Anastasia? Isn't that someone else's garden?
Anastasia: It's mine now.
Knave: It punched me in the face!
Pippin: This is hopeless.
Anastasia: All the things are mine!
Pippin: And despite the odds and everything resembling logic saying it couldn't happen, Knave somehow reaches level one of martial arts.
Knave: I am a god of war!
Anastasia: Well, that's fitting since you've married a goddess.
Pippin: And Knave picks up another skill before they leave.
Knave: Hey look! There are fish in here!
Anastasia: (Sigh) He's a ridiculous fool, but he's a ridiculous fool I enjoy controlling and manipulating.
Knave: You're the best, honeybunch!