Life. It is our single most precious possession, yet like any precious possession, there are those who would take it.
Mr. Cuddles: BLECH!
Ozbeth: Good work, Mr. Cuddles! Just one more time with the cake and we've finished with Eric!
Eric: You mean, I'm free to go if I eat the cake again?
Ozbeth: Free to go. Yes. That seems accurate. You will definitely be departing after one more cake session.
Eric: Well, okay.
Ozbeth: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go spend some time with my good friend Daichi!
Ozbeth: Ooo, I'm Daichi and I'm useless in this household!
Daichi: Hey! I'll have you know I maxed painting!
Ozbeth: Just like Tanvi has done? Nice. What else have you accomplished?
Daichi: Well, I...pollinated Evie!
Ozbeth: So your claim to fame is that Evie has good genetics? Oooo, that's
soooooooooooooo impressive!
Daichi: You...I...darn it!!
Darn it all to heck!!Pippin: Wow, looks like he's really getting mad.
Daichi: I'm so mad!! OH! My heart!! Uhhh...(flops to the ground)
Ozbeth: (texting) G-Got the hothead. Tried to get cowfood too, but cake is taking a while. -O
Grim: Oz! What up, gurl?
Ozbeth: Hey, Mistah G! We'll make sure you hit your quota this month!
Grim: Woot! Somebody's heading for a promotion! Thanks, gurl!
Ozbeth: You got it, Mistah G!
Pippin: And so, our household mourns the loss of poor Daichi. Fingers crossed that his pollinating efforts took because Evie is uniquely lovely. But still, all mourning. Well, maybe they weren't
all in mourning.
Spodluck: Erm ner drbrstr?
Tanvi: I...of
course I will!
Pippin: And so, our happy couple is ready to tie the knot and bring in generation three.
Tanvi: I'm so happy!
Spodluck: Ythm brdgnr!
Pippin: Wait, what's happening in the garden?
Eric: Right, just gotta take the cake...wait, why are you here, Grim? WHOAAAAA!!!
Grim: Yeah, I was a bit early.
Ozbeth: Who's a good boy? Who's a good, good boy?!?!?
Pippin: Umm, why are you in swimwear? We don't even have a pool...
Ozbeth: Oh, I had one put in...
Ozbeth: but I didn't want Tanvi's toddlers to fall in whenever they arrive...
Ozbeth: so I put in a safety fence.
Tanvi: You're so thoughtful, sis!
Ozbeth: Thanks!
Pippin: What? Tanvi's toddlers?
Tanvi: Oh, did I not mention?
Tanvi: This happened, which led to...
Tanvi:
this happening!!
Spodluck: Hymth grn vrnerbrd!
Tanvi: Yep, we're both super thrilled! Fingers crossed for twins!
Pippin: Yep, that and a lot trait to encourage it. Unfortunately, the youngsters of gen 3 will not get to meet their grandpa Ashaya.
Ashaya: Eh, you know, ghosty gramps can still do the toodly-doo skidoo, you know?
Ozbeth: ...I still get credit for that death, right?
Grim: Marking you as being peripherally involved.
Ozbeth: Sweet!
Pippin: And speaking of the questionably sweet Ozbeth, she's about to hit young adulthood...having already murdered two people, setting up the deaths of two others, and getting peripheral credit for this death...
Ozbeth: "Murdered" is a very accusatory word, Pippin. I prefer "orchestrated the death of."
Pippin: You're so...special.
Rilee: Woot! Birthday time! I'll bake her cake since Ashaya's not here to do it. Does the oven always billow fire like this?
Pippin: Tanvi and Ozbeth to the rescue!
Ozbeth: Sorry, mom, can't let you be the death-by-fire victim. I mean, that would just be
wrong.
Rilee: Your idea of right and wrong are very strange, but thanks!
Pippin: Woot! She's a young adult! And we're just in time to celebrate by hitting the romance festival! While we're there, maybe she'll find...
Ozbeth: A victim?!?!?
Pippin: I was going to say a UFO plant, but whatever.
Pippin: Yes! New plants including the intergalactic growth pod!
Ozbeth: Hey, I hear there's a type of fish you can make badly and people will die if they eat it?
Zoe: Right. Pufferfish nigiri. It's very deadly if improperly prepared.
Ozbeth: Great! How do I improperly prepare it?
Zoe: ...?
Pippin: And while Ozbeth is taking joy in plotting out ways to orchestrate deaths...
Pippin: Rilee and Advaith are celebrating the life they share.
Advaith: Wife, you're the best. In fact, if I had a different wife, I'd punch her in the face and come find you!
Rilee: Aww, that's weirdly and violently sweet.
Pippin: And while they're being sweet, Ozbeth meets a couple of
victims handsome gentlemen.
Ozbeth: Hmmm, I think I should invite you over later.
Dhruv and/or Don: Okay!!
Pippin: And so, she heads home and has company.
Dhruv: Oh my! You move pretty fast, little lady!
Ozbeth: True stuff! So, I bought this tent and would be so scared staying outside in it all alone...
Dhruv: Don't have to ask me twice!
Pippin: And they break in the tent repeatedly.
Dhruv: Uhh, sweetcakes? Could you call for help?
Ozbeth: Sure thing! I've got Mistah G on speed dial!
Dhruv: Mister G...? (flops)
Ashaya: Whoa! Girlbro! Did you, like, for serious woohoo this broheem to death?!?
Ozbeth: ...should I not have?
Pippin: And as Grim is on his way to pick up Dhruv, I can't help but wonder what happened to Don...? She invited them both over...
