Fritter: 3.1

[azaya]

We begin with Eudora inviting her lady friend Nicole to move in, since as heir she's required to pop out a baby or two and she can't do it alone, you guys.


Eudora: I love your money!— er, you! 8D


Nicole: You know, what I really like is huge—

Eudora: Shh, my mother!

Eulalie: What? I like them too.


Still not happening, kiddo. Sorry.


Eudora: I'm beginning to wonder if being heir to this family is really the right choice for me.

Well that's too damn bad.


Anyway, you've got Nicole living with you now, so it's not like you have to bear the responsibility alone?

Eudora: Yeah. :>


Eudora: So what were you saying about busts, baby?


Eudora: This family isn't big enough yet. We need babies.


Eulalie: *elsewhere, independently thinks the same thing*

Family sims.


...what?


Eudora: *doesn't get it either*

Nicole: Man, what is taking so long? I want to get home to my house that is twenty feet away. >:\


Why are you paying for clothes from the shop-at-home rack when you live here, the home business is closed, and you live here?

Cash register: *attacks Eudora*


Eudora: Jeez, drawer, what'd I ever do to you? :<


But then the glory of the ~Best of the Best~ award promptly made her forget all her pain.


As did Nicole's naked body.


I mentioned last time that I was probably going to change the decorating in the heir's bedroom. This is how it looks now. I'm super happy with it, and it definitely is more suited to Eudora now. /cool story bro


Two a.m. phone calls: the best sort.


No she isn't, Zion Straight. But thank you for reminding me that you and your exploitable name exist!


Almond: I think maybe we should take the phone out of the bedroom.

Oops. Sorry, bb.


If it's any consolation, I forgot you had a phone in your room and made Eudora get up to answer it, so you're not the only one who suffered because of the phone?

Almond: That makes me feel a little better. :\


Nicole: ...and I always heard that the first time was supposed to be painful but actually it was great. 8D

Almond: Awkward.


Nicole: I just want to do it again and again and again.

Almond: Awk. Ward.

That attitude doesn't last. You'll see.


Eulalie: Okay, so, first off, to run a successful business, you've gotta make a game plan.

...I don't know what soccer has to do with getting wholesale bonuses, but okay.


Miss Pretty: I don't know who you are, or why you're in my house, but you have three seconds to put me down before I soil your shoes.


Almond makes the most of her last days as an adult.


I have never had a sim autonomously do this before. I didn't know they could. But I didn't recognize this for the harbinger that it was.


Eulalie: I should've spoken up at breakfast this morning. I have much to say on this topic.


Miss Pretty approves of the new bed.


Nicole: So this marrying an heir thing seems pretty sweet! I don't have to work or anything?

One of her turn-ons is unemployed.


This? Is a sign. You'll see.


Almond's first act as an elder: hate on the criminal that broke in that one time twenty years ago and didn't even actually steal anything.


Still looking good, elder Almond.


In your underwear on the porch, eh? Cool, cool.


I guess Eudora was buttering her up for question-popping.


Eudora: Sup.


And now, a series of art photographs entitled "Nicole is a template, but I like her face":


/end series


For some reason, Nicole really likes running a blow-by-blow over breakfast the next morning. At least in this case it's appropriate.


Eudora: I'd give you an A+ on your performance last night. ;D


Almond: Weeee'll remember you for eee-heeeever, Eddie...




Eudora: Mommmm, moooove, I'm starving!

You know there's another door right next to you, right, Eudora?


Eudora: So how many babies do you want?

Nicole: I think we should keep having them until we've conceived one on every couch in the house. :D

Family sims.


Eudora: *wishes for peace of mind!*

Game: *refuses to apply the bonus*

azaya: *InSims it*


First autonomous meal preparation!


First autonomous... plungering!


Almond: Nicole is pretty.

Yes, she is.


Almond: I mean really pretty.


Almond: I mean, really pretty.

...What's wrong with you?

Almond: Nothing. Forget it. >_>

Okay.


What's with the hideous pajamas, Eudora?


Eudora: Knocked up.

Oh. Good.


First snowfall! Apparently it is the update of firsts.


Because you don't have a perfectly good, perfectly available bed or anything.


Because there isn't a perfectly good, perfectly available couch inside, which has the benefit of not being covered in snow. Good lord.


Why are there still bananas on the tree? It's snowing outside.


Nicole: *continues to fit in just fine*


Nicole: Seriously, this get-knocked-up, do-nothing gig is awesome.


Eudora: Easy for you to say. I'm the knocked-up one. :\

For now.




This is a pretty common scene in this household, yeah? Someone playing Pokemon a video game and other someones watching?


What're you looking at, Almond?


Almond: This hottie patottie is what I'm looking at. Gotta get her number.

She lives in the same house. It's your phone number.

Nicole: *notices nothing*

Eulalie: Well, this was a fun family activity! *++ games enthusiasm*


Eulalie: My wife is a delicious chunk of womancandy.

Nicole: Almond is a babe.

Almond: *basks in their admiration*


Eulalie: My stars, how embarrassing! I thought I was here alone~

Almond: Eh. Nothing I haven't seen before.

Eulalie: Oh. :<


Almond: How's it going, Nicole? I'm just going to the porch. The long way. Through the dining room. Which will require me to make a u-turn to get to the porch doors, one of which is directly behind me. 8D

Nicole: Sup.


Since by this time Eudora was halfway through her pregnancy, we forced Nicole to stay forever made it official.

And here's where Almond gave up all pretense.


Almond: My daughter's hot girlfriend is staying? For good? BEST WEEK EVER.


ACR sent the newlyweds upstairs for celebratory wedding night sex. But something's missing... oh! Right! Nicole? Where is Nicole?


Why, trapped outside the bedroom, because Almond autonomously got up off the couch on the porch, ran upstairs, waited for Eudora to go into the bedroom and then bodyblocked Nicole so that she couldn't join her.

Almond: I bet her hair's real soft. It looks soft. Do you think her hair's soft? I bet it's soft. If I can't have her no one can


I made her move out of the way.


The pre-sex canoodling face has never looked so self-satisfied before. Eudora.


Almond: God I wish that was me in there instead of Eudo— why hello, Miss Pretty! I bet you want to play with the birdie, huh >_>

Miss Pretty: What shittery is this?

Eulalie: *suspects nothing*


Miss Pretty: I saw what you did, human. Be thankful that I have no interest in the course of events in this house provided my bowl is kept full.






Oh good, I'm glad you two still need the bananas despite Almond's mystifying new obsession with Nicole.


Er... Eudora, you're dreaming about the wrong redhead.


Oh. I guess that's all right, then.


Miss Pretty: PEON. I STARVE. FEED ME.


Oh. Good. My favorite thing about lesbian sim couples: synchronized pregnancies. Psyched.


Nicole: What was in that chili last night?

I'm thinking it's probably not the chili, Nic.


Almond: I do not care for my daughter's marriage. 8|


Mint, black, and hot pink were sort of her colors for awhile, so I put her back in them.


Hey Almond, what's doing.

Almond: Chilling in a completely innocent fashion next to my daughter's fox of a wife.

No.


Almond: Very well. I shall study this fascinating stuffed toy. It's so... fascinating and... stuffed.

You aren't fooling anyone.


Almond: Good, then I can stop trying. *stares*


First... autonomous... belly rub. Under the circumstances, it seems a bit skeevy.


Nicole: Man, no! I'm not even showing yet!

Almond: I know that!


Almond: *settles for sleeping within a foot of Nicole in a context no one can call out*


But then Eulalie walked by and acknowledged Nicole's existence and Almond was like oh shit, waking up, waking up. I'm not sure why she's so antsy about it. Eulalie hasn't noticed a damn thing.


Eudora: WHAT IS HAPPENING BETWEEN MY LEGS, IT FEELS LIKE I'M BIRTHING THE FUCKING SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE

Nicole: I can't sleep with you screaming like this, Eudora! How thoughtless.


Firstborn, Bilquis. She's got the nose and the eyebrows.


A little early to be concerned about being well-read, Bilquis, but I admire your ambition.


Miss Pretty: Fuck everything, another one?


Cuddle Wars III: The Recuddlenating.


Nicole: Baby!

Eudora: FUCK RATS.




Eudora: I done had a baby.


Eulalie: I done got a grandbaby. 8D


Almond. ...Nicole.


I built them a crypt. This is it. /exciting times


And now, another series of art photographs, this time titled "Miss Pretty Discovers the Butterflies":




This ends "Miss Pretty Discovers the Butterflies".


Somehow, we made it all the way to gen 3 before anyone caught the stove on fire. Eulalie did it at last while making a batch of mac and cheese, a dish she has prepared countless times before.

As you can see, I chose to rely on the Uni sprinkler rather than a smoke alarm. It's more immediate. And hilarious.


Eudora: Hey mom, how's tricks?

Eulalie: I am soaked, demoralized, and hungry. :<

Eudora: Good chat!


Cuddling. :>


I'd say people are starting to hear of your exploits, sure, but I'm not so sure about the 'good sim' part, bro.


Trying to get knocked up again already, Eudora? Cool, cool I hate you.


I'm not sure what we did to deserve the first lamp, but okay, thanks.


NO, CRIMINAL THAT TRIED TO ROB US TWENTY YEARS AGO, NO ONE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU. EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE STILL CRIES ABOUT THAT ONE TIME YOU DIDN'T ACTUALLY STEAL ANYTHING AS IT IS.


I put the lamp in its traditional spot, which for some inexplicable reason is in the side yard.


...and immediately sent Nicole out to wish for peace of mind. Which was still broken and had to be InSimmed.


And then she wondered inappropriate things about the reproductive habits of genies.


Almond: Is she looking at me? I hope she's looking at me.


The karaoke obsession lives on.


Not really the most appropriate time to be thinking about that, but you be you, Eudora.


Bilquis: Wait for me, mom! I don't like my other mom! I like you better!

Nicole, for context, has so far not acknowledged Bilquis's existence in the slightest.


Almond wanted to make a wish, so we wished for more money. No one in the house has a job outside of the banana stand that's never open, so we might as well.


Eudora: You know, I only just had Bilquis, you're about to give birth... you really think we should?

Nicole: You have no sense of adventure. *- relationship*


Eudora: Well, you do look awfully sexy carrying my child like that and all...


Nicole: Um, excuse me, I believe something horrifically painful is occurring between my legs.


It was twins! Daughter, Swan.


And son, Beef. I see the black hair gene made it back. And that's it for now, abruptly.

Edit: Thank you, maker of secret 29. <33

Comments

[danimaree]

Brilliant update! I love Almond and her not-so-subtle stalking of Nicole. Loving Eudora and Nicole's new bedroom too, it definitely suits them.

And as ever, Miss Pretty is a BAMF.

[azaya]

Thank you! I'm pretty amused by Almond's stalking, myself. It's too ineffective to be anything but sort of cute.

Miss Pretty rules the roost with an iron paw.