Invisible WallsWatcher: See, besties in no time. So great that you have something in common to enthuse about. Angelica: I love music!
Pedro: No way! Me too!
Angelica: I love music!
Pedro: No way! Me too!
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Watcher: Ok, they get the idea. You both love music. That makes things nice and quick - no waiting on careers to enthuse about.Angelica: Oh gosh, I feel all hot and tingly, and like my head wants to float away. Who'd have thought I could feel this way about someone I've been friends with for so long? He's so handsome and we've got so much in common. Oh yes, he will make some very pretty nooboos. Wait! What? Did I just think that?! I have to do something before I simply burst into a pile of hearts.
*Kisses Pedro*Pedro: Wait, what? Ooh, I'll take two of those please!
Watcher: Ok guys, it's *that* time. Pedro: Yeaaaah baby!
Angelica: *horrified* No! You can't mean...
Watcher: Oh yes, I can mean. We're on the clock here. And you've got wishes to spin. Angelica: But we're not even married.
Watcher: You will be, you just have to wish it.Angelica: But things are going too fast
Watcher: All you have to do is wish it.Angelica: And what about that house you were going to build? There's just a bed here, everyone can see us!!
Watcher: No actually, they can't. There's invisible walls all around your lot. They can walk right on by on the foot path here, and be completely oblivious to your ... giggles.Angelica: Ok well what about that mascott then? He can see us.
Watcher: Darned mascott! Geez he's got annoying timing. Go away mascott! Go away. Just shoo him.*Angelica shoos mascott*Angelica: Whew! I don't think I've got a tan
that way before!
Watcher: Hmm, yes, well. I didn't hear chimes. That was three times. We'll give it 12 hours and see how things go. In the meantime, you have some minor wishes to attend to. And money to make. Speaking of money, Pedro, you need to get on the phone with the real estate agent. You've got properties to purchase first thing. If you buy today, you can collect tomorrow.Pedro: On it!
Later in the day:Angelica: Ooow... why do I feel so ill? I haven't eaten anything yet. Maybe I'm coming down with something.
Watcher: Oh yes, you most definitely are.Angelica: Why do you sound so pleased? I feel terrible. You should feel sorry for me. Get that camera out of my face, and wipe that smile off your fa... hold on.... *wretching sounds* ... I ... I think I need an early night.
Watcher: I think that would be for the best, sweetie. We don't want your mood meter to drop.Angelica: I've got no idea what you're rambling on about, but at least you're not making fun of me anymore. I'm going to bed.
Watcher: You'll feel much better if you nap in the rocking chair.Angelica: Fine the rocking chair. Just let me get some rest.