Sometimes, things that start out as seeds in youth blossom into flowers in adulthood.Queenie: What a sweet and narrationless montage, Pippin. But, can we get back to important things like talking about me again?
Pippin: Of course, your majesty. Here we see our lovely heir chatting up her boss.
Queenie: ...and that's another reason why you should give me a promotion and/or just step aside and let me have your job since that would obviously be in the best interest of the company.
Pippin: And here she is helping meet NPC requirements while also building her charisma skill.
Queenie: We will be best friends, magician-lady.
Magician-Lady: As friends, don't you think you might want to actually learn my name.
Queenie: Nah, I have a Watcher to worry about things like that.
Pippin: And here she is...basically just showing off her outdoor wear.
Queenie: I look awesome!
Bunny: Your other mom and I are leaving for a very important date.
Queenie: You're never letting that joke die, are you?
Pippin: Never! Anyway, getting back to Peasant...
Queenie: Ewww! Clean up that mess you're making!
Peasant: I will...eventually...when I'm finally done with this.
Queenie: Hmmm, I wonder why she seems to be sick so often.
Pippin: Gee, I have no idea.
Pippin: Awww, we'll have a sweet little (hopefully male) Flanagan nooboo to bring happiness to our household (and hopefully a potential mate for Anastasia).
Queenie: Are you seriously using
my time as heir to try to meet your own desires for a future dynasty?!?!?!?
Pippin: ...no...maybe...let's go check in on Patches!
Patches: We will be friends, or I will have to tell everyone you're a vampire.
Marina: Umm, I think everyone already knows...
Pathces:
Do they?Marina: ...ummm...I thought so...friend?
Patches: Don't worry, friend, I'll keep your secret...
as long as we become best friends!Pippin: She's so good at her job. Meantime, Queenie enjoys some time at the park meeting some of the good, wholesome neighbors one finds in Dragon Valley.
Queenie: SHEESH! Tell your husband to put some clothes on! Good heavens, Burbs, what's wrong with you?!?
Jennifer: Well, my husband's just really comfortable with his own body.
John: You know, if you've got it, flaunt it.
Pippin: I hope there were no children reading just then.
Queenie: AH!! My EYES!!
Pippin: Here, your mom ordered something that will more pleasing to your eyes.
Pippin: The non-werewolf Donte O'Reilly and his awesome Fiona genes.
Queenie: Ugh, is my mom really trying to set me up with some loser?
Bunny: Yes I am, dear, and he can hear you, by the way. Come say hi.
Queenie: Ugh. Coming...
Donte: Hi. I'm Donte.
Queenie: I love you too!
Donte: What...?
Queenie: Yes, I will marry you, but you must wait, my darling, as I must complete my
massively important heiress duties.
Patches: Heh heh, she said, "doody."
Queenie: Did you just ruin my perfect romantic moment?!?!? Off with her head!!!
Pippin: Fortunately, Patches' head remained attached and Queenie and Donte began that old ceremonial ritual of Sims courtship.
Pippin: Meantime, something very important was happening...
Pippin: (mumbling hopefully) beaboybeaboybeaboy...
Pippin: It's a boy! In honor of our founder, he is named Marquinn. He is not a rainboo.
Peasant: Are you seriously being derogatory towards my newborn son on the day of his birth?
Pippin: No, I was just...making observations...about your lovely child...and stuff...
Pippin: Shawanda is either the most nurturing evil Sim ever or has a horrid scheme to try to bring up young Marquinn to be her evil successor.
Shawanda: Hush, Pippin. You know it's
that second one just that I'm such a loving parental figure.
Pippin: Meantime, Queenie goes to a costume party to make more friends. She dresses as a maid.
Queenie: It's supposed to be an ironic costume. Here, I'll act like I'm cleaning something like my servants do.
Pippin: I don't think that's how they clean things. In fact, I don't even know how that's possible...
Queenie: Hush, Pippin, I'm admiring myself.
Pippin: And the bathroom was definitely a popular place for this party.
Queenie: Hi, let's be best friends.
Wolf Guy: OH MY GOSH! I'm trying to use the bathroom! How rude could you possibly be?
Wolf Guy: Then again, you may just be the most beautiful woman I've ever met and I think I've just fallen hopelessly in love with you!
Queenie: Yes, you certainly are hopeless. Well, gotta go now.
Pippin: So, our heiress is breaking hearts, leveling up her charisma, advancing in her career, and has chosen her spouse. Things are definitely going well.
Queenie: Of course they are. I'm awesome!