Hum, with those little hearts going off, it looks like she's helping Mike find something more than just friendship! Go Tansy! (I hope it's you!) Was that, two deaths and three birthdays in one night? What is with you and these crazy fits of action!
That's actually the 'best friend' setting, despite the hearts.
It was only (only!) one death and three birthdays at the same time. Dora died just before midnight, although it was morning before Grim gave up trying to wave his scythe around and she just drifted into her urn. I've only seen that once before, with Ana. Luke died that evening, just before ageing-up time. I have a vague impression that more Sims die then than at any other time of day. Mike started having his birthday before Luke had shaken Grim's hand and then the other two birthdays also overlapped. Chaos. Particularly since most of the action happened in a smallish bedroom
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For Richer, For PoorerMike took the plunge and asked Tansy out. It wasn’t a date, he told himself. He just wanted to revisit some of his favourite places and say goodbye – but it would be too depressing on his own. He needed a friend. Bryony would have been too bouncy; Tansy’s seriousness and calm were what he wanted right now.
From time to time they stopped to talk but mostly they just strolled in silence. After a while, he realised he was almost enjoying himself. Tansy’s company was soothing and she cared deeply about other people. She knew how hard he was finding this. He stopped and looked at her. He’d never noticed before how pretty she was.
“Tansy, thank you. For being here. For being you. It really means a lot.”
There were some flowers growing nearby. He picked some, wrapped up the stems in his spare hankie and gave them to her. It wasn’t much of a bouquet but then, it wasn’t as though they were on a date or anything.
(A passing wild horse disagreed. He knew budding romance when he saw it.)
Mike realised he’d never visited the Nectary, so they drove over and looked around. Naturally, they couldn’t leave without tasting a nectar or three – and obviously they had to sit at a table and chat. You couldn’t rush nectar.
Tansy suggested that it might be a good idea to eat something and she was probably right. All that nectar needed some food to soak it up and, after all, they did own the bistro.
And then, after a memorable dinner, he just had to kiss her goodnight.
“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to…”
“Kiss me?”
“Well, yes. It seemed right. I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have…”
“Mike, it’s OK.”
And she kissed him back.
Then, just as things were starting to get interesting, his phone rang.
“Oh no! I’m sorry, Tansy. I think I’d better get that.”
“Stop apologising and just answer it. It might be an opportunity. You only need one more, don’t you?”
“Well, yes, but… Hello? Yes, it is… Yes, I do take commissions… Yes…
How much?! Um, yes… I’ll get back to you. Thanks.”
“Well?”
“That was someone wanting a sculpture. An expensive one. A minimum value of 3500 Simoleons, she said.”
“That’s a lot of money.”
“You’re telling me. Nothing I’ve made so far’s been worth that much, although I suppose if I kept on with the stone sculptures…”
“Come on, we’d better go back home and get some sleep. Then you can get back to work in the morning.”
Maybe it was the day off. Maybe he found new inspiration from something – or someone. Or maybe he just got lucky. Whatever the reason, his next sculpture was a masterpiece and more than valuable enough for his picky customer. Now he just had to reach the top of his career.
* * * * *
“I love this view. I think this is what I’ll miss most of all.”
“I’ll miss you. Are you allowed to stay in touch after the move?”
“I don’t know… but… Tansy… I don’t have to go alone. I’m allowed to take a girlfriend…
“Or…”
“Yes?”
“Tansy, will you marry me? Will you give up everything – this place, our home, money… everything? And start again somewhere else, with me? No, sorry, of course you won’t. The whole idea’s ridiculous. Look, can you just forget I said anything…”
“Mike, stop apologising all the time! I don’t want to forget. I’ll miss Hidden Springs, too, but I’d much rather give up all those other things and be with you. Mike, yes. Yes please. I do want to marry you.”
* * * * *
Under other circumstances, they would both have preferred a private wedding. As it was, they welcomed the chance to say a proper goodbye to everyone. Bryony, who always threw herself headlong into everything, was overcome by the romance of it all and stayed up all night arranging flowers.
And so Mike and Tansy stood in front of their family and friends and exchanged their vows. For richer, for poorer…
They sealed their promises with genie rings. Those at least could go with them to their new home.
As petals drifted down from Bryony’s wedding arch, they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Mike, I’m sure.”
Emmaline, who was losing her grasp on some things (like conventional mother-of-the-bride clothing) still remembered what came next. She was the first out of her seat with a handful of confetti.
And she hadn’t lost her touch with food. The cake was wonderful.
The guests all pitched in and the chairs were soon rearranged for the reception.
Then, as dusk fell, the newlyweds led off the dancing.