lunacress

The Sienkiewicz Legacy
2.1

Stellar building skills, am I right? I am no good at building, but it's a cute little box. Good enough for a starter home.

And Glynn! Still cute as ever.

Glynn: *pose*

I decided that Glynn would go after the first of her girlfriends she started rolling wants for. That was Autumn. Right away.

It is fate.

But yeah, like I'd have let her choose anyone else.

Glynn: Now, let me tell you my plans for our wedding night.

You sort of deserved that sweetie.

Eeeee! It's happening!

Too cute.

I can't handle it.

Glynn: Come be my wife in this poorly built shack please.

Yay!

Well, that was abrupt.

I melt. I am a big pile of melted people.

Seyona: If I crop it like this, it's just pure boob.

Who the heck hired her as the wedding photographer?

Marriage!

Autumn: *snaps own neck* I'm watching you.

Glynn: Here, smear this on your tonsils!

Autumn: *is adorable*

Petunia: I am uncomfortable when we are not about me.

Glynn: Oh holy porcelain shrine, please save me from this affliction.

Time to give Autumn a proper introduction.

Autumn (some surname I forgot to note before they got married)
Fortune/Knowledge
Earn $100,000
Underwear/Aliens
Fatness
Gemini (4,7,8,3,3)
Sports

So glad that Glynn chose her.

Autumn: What is that glowing orb in the sky?

The sun?

Autumn: I want to fight it.

Autumn: Be back later. I'm going to go kick the sun's arse.

Not a whole lot happened for a while. They're so damn domestic, this is all they really do.

Glynn: So that's how you make lasagne.

Autumn: So that's where Burma is.

HOLY SHIT!

Okay, much better. She wasn't exploding, just pregnant.

I will be forever haunted though.

Autumn: Belly button?

Glynn: I shall serenade you while you eat my sweet turtle dove.

Proud mamas.

Well, it was cute while it lasted.

Glynn: *grope*

This is Pumpkin, a little kitten because I like kittens.

And I am such a bad simmer that I have played partway through Gen 3 and only just learnt that Pumpkin is a girl.

Glynn: *balloons*

Lainey: Boo! You suck!

I think the bigger problem is that we're apparently paying the maid to badly play the piano, instead of, you know, cleaning.