@oshizu Ah, the woodworking table. I'm having Cressida make sculptures for the museum but when she's done it's going in storage. I'm not kind, I'm just lazy. I'd build a fence, but . . . we're so close to the end (knock on wood) that I'm reluctant to do any more building or rearranging.
I'm glad you're exciting about Wendell's upcoming towel dancing.
I'll have to see if I can find anything else for G-Mor to do. He is drifting out of the spotlight, but I'm glad he's still your favorite.
@Caterina We did used to be able to pick our own bartenders, but that's been glitched out for a few months, I think. I'm glad your game sent you Goopy, though! What a fun surprise! I would spend the whole party watching him, too.
I'm almost certain I did not invent the term "Daddeus," but I can't remember who said it first. Was it you? Anyway, it works very nicely.
@Alex I'm so glad you like my punny club name, and Cressida's tough gal physique. I think it suits her, too, and Fluorescent Sweatshirt is so going down.
@wfgodot So . . . Akito and his booty. It's always been there, but I think the screenshots up to now have not shown it off quite as well as they could have. This one right here:
which I think did not make it into the story, was actually the moment when I decided for sure that Akito was the one and needed to father Thad's baby. What can I say? The man is blessed.
Arianna is very good at smooth-talking everyone in the family into doing what needs to be done. I love her. I also loved Catherine, Wendell's first wife. She was very special to me, but what must be done must be done!
Yeah, unfortunately Sweet Cressida was just not going to cut it with her requirements. She's still pretty great, though.
@Whirligig I think Wendell not doing Soul Mate from the start was an unfortunate case of Watcher Hubris. I didn't think we'd need the points for potions of youth, so I didn't bother. Definitely smacking myself for it now! It's such a pleasant, easy, quick aspiration that I just need to be doing it as a matter of course for all sims. Oh, well. He was pretty busy with parties, and it does make for a nice distraction now that I'm pretty much just waiting for Cressida to get promoted at work.
Chapter 107: The Taste of Life
Cressida: Oh, okay then. Now the boys start texting. Forget it, fellas! I’m not dating anyone with less muscle tone than me. Which means I’m not dating anyone. So there.
Wendell: Ah, the mail. Nobody checks mail like Wendell Spiffendale. I put the MALE in Mail. Mmmm Hmmmm.
Arianna: J! Oh, it’s been so long. I really shouldn’t be here. I’m taking time away from Cressida’s skilling, but I couldn’t resist.
J: Darling, I couldn’t stand another minute without you. Come on. Let’s go eat something incomprehensible and make googooo eyes at each other across the table.
Arianna: You sweet talker, you.
Arianna: Well, well, well. What do we have here?
Akito: Arianna! What a lovely surprise! You know Izumi, don’t you?
Arianna: Not as well as you do, apparently.
Akito: Oh, no! Please don’t get the wrong idea. This is just a nice lunch between friends.
Arianna: You sure?
Akito: Madam Founder, please. You know how devoted I am to Thaddeus. Look into my eyes. There is no hanky-panky going on here.
Izumi: Believe me, I’ve tried. The man’s a rock.
Arianna: Okay, then. But I’ll be watching you. Keep it clean.
Akito: As a very whistle, Madam.
Arianna: Hmmph.
J: So that’s Thad’s husband, huh? He’s cute.
Arianna: You look so much like Morris from this angle. I can’t believe I never noticed it before.
J: Well, I guess I’d better holster these finger guns for the time being. You look tired, and I know there’s work to do at home. Thank you for a lovely meal. I hope we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other soon.
Arianna: You think we might? After this is all over, I mean?
J: Stands to reason. Something’s got to happen. I don’t think a happy ending for the two of us is entirely off the table.
Arianna: I hope you’re right.
Tallulah: Hey, what’s with this bookcase? Didn’t there used to be a window over here?
Wendell: It’s one of those secret bookshelf doors. It leads to Salma’s butler’s quarters now. Weird, huh?
Thaddeus: Eh! Eh! Eyes on the birthday boy, okay? This is my last birthday and I would appreciate a little attention.
Thaddeus: Not bad. Not too bad.
Watcher: Yeah, I guess I agree. The wild white hair suits you pretty well. I’d definitely get off your lawn if you told me to.
Thaddeus: Hey, Watcher! Get off my lawn!
Watcher: Hehehe. Psych! I’m totally not going anywhere. Nice try, though.
Thaddeus: You live to torture me!
Watcher: Yes. Truth.
Watcher: Oh, so nice of you to come to our party . . . .*checks, double checks, and triple checks the name* Aditya! You’re looking positively fetching this evening.
Cressida: So, it would seem you’ve aged up to Young Adult, already.
Aditya: Yup. Just the other day.
Cressida: It’s just as well. You’ll need time to prepare yourself for being my man candy.
Aditya: Say what, now?
Cressida: I’d recommend some yoga and light cardio, just to loosen you up. The real challenge will be keeping up with me mentally. How’s your chess game?
Aditya: It’s fair. I spend a lot of time in the park at night.
Cressida: Well, step it up. I maxed logic as a child and I’m not going to go easy on you just because your cheekbones defy the laws of physics.
Aditya: I . . . I guess I’ll do my best.
Cressida: Do better. I’m a difficult woman, and I require the total package.
Thaddeus: And, yes! Here I am at last! Hey, are there only eight space prints?
Watcher: There’s two more. They’re just on different walls. Took me until two days ago to realize I miscounted, though. That’s the reason for the mad rush of observatory time you’ve been putting in this week.
Thaddeus: I wondered about that.
Thaddeus: There it is. One plate of ambrosia, just for me.
Watcher: Yes, yes. Move it along. I’m trying not to think about the fact that if Mal hadn’t died this would be the end of the dynasty and that would be the last plate of ambrosia anybody would eat.
Thaddeus: Aw, come on. You love it. You get to spend more time with me.
Watcher: I suppose.
Thaddeus: Heck. Yes. This tastes amazing.
Watcher: Enjoy it, dude. You’ve earned it.
Thaddeus: I think for what I’ve been through I deserve seconds.
Watcher: Fine by me, but you have to come up with the extra 1500 satisfaction points to buy it.
Thaddeus: Meh. Pass. I get more in ten days, yeah?
Watcher: You got it.
Thaddeus: Sweet. I can wait.
Cressida: So before you go, I just want to be sure we’re clear that as much as I may one day come to love you, you’ll always have to be second in my heart to grilled cheese sandwiches. That’s a point on which I simply cannot budge.
Aditya: What if I really up my cooking skill and make grilled cheese sandwiches for you?
Cressida: I like the way you think. You may have just found a way to make yourself indispensable to me. Very smart, my handsome friend. Very smart, indeed.
Thaddeus: So, handsome husband of mine, how do you like my new youthful glow?
Akito: I thought you looked ever so slightly younger than when you last left the room. Very alluring, dear.
Thaddeus: Thank you, thank you.
Watcher: *stares* . . . All right, girl. Get it. Maybe back away from the edge of the staircase, but you know, do your thing.
Cressida: Oof. This does not taste the same as the ones G-Mor made for me. I mean, it’s still the world’s most perfect food, but . . . it could definitely be more perfect.
Cressida: So, tell me, Salma, have you seen the light and welcomed Grilled Cheese into your heart? Have you tasted of its magic?
Salma: Not lately, Mistress Cressida, but I am an excellent cook and would be happy to prepare anything you wish to eat.
Cressida: My heart weeps to know that you’ve deprived your stomach of true satisfaction for so long. Please, make enough for both of us so that we may share in pure bliss together.
Wendell: Heh heh heh. Take that, fish tacos! Finally we've got something worth eating around here!
Cressida: Okay, you guys are cute and all, but I need to talk to you about some very important Grilled Cheese-related matters, so could you come up for air?
Thaddeus: Sorry, honey, I really need to show your Dad something in the observatory right now.
Cressida: It’s cool. I’ll wait.
Thaddeus: Um, I’d kind of prefer if you didn’t. That would be awkward.
Cressida: I told you, It’s about Grilled Cheese. How do you not get how important that is?
Akito: Okay, then. Suit yourself.
Akito: I’m so glad we’re still besties, baby girl.
Cressida: Me, too. Though if it were possible to be best friends with a grilled cheese sandwich, I might have to ask you to step aside.
Akito: But then you’d have to face the heartbreaking decision of whether or not to eat your best friend.
Cressida: The taste of tears mixed with grilled cheese is the taste of life.
(Forgive me
@oshizu, and anyone else who happens to be a fan of Lunch Queen)
