azaya | Gashlycrumb: 7.1

Just over two years later, the Gashlycrumbs have 'crumb back.

Last time:

Usaggie and Una moved back home
Winnie died ;~;
Usaggie and Meredith got wed
Una coaxed Frankie Fiebelkorn into the family

Una: I still can't fucking believe you put us in the same bedroom.

I did, because it's hilarious.

Frankie: Oh my goodness, would you just look at that wall!

Frankie: I haven't been hat shopping in awhile. Maybe it's time.

Una: You getting naked or what, babe?

Meredith: *snore*

Varney: I have become an old lady, and am still the most beautiful person in the whole of this house.

Sorry, Frankie, I live to disappoint romance sims.

Whisper: I didn't do it.

Usaggie: Wow, hon! You're spectacular at playing piano!

Meredith: And this is my virtuoso face.

Frankie: You coming to bed, Una?

Una: In a sec. I need to collect my particles, first.

Frankie: ...and I hope no one fertilizes your eggs, ever!

Una: Hey guys what's going on in this room

Frankie: Meredith is killing it at the piano and I don't like it.

Usaggie: I am furious at how hot Frankie is!

Una: It's not a jam factory! I know it isn't! What the fuck IS IT?

Frankie: I have no idea what you're talking about but I agree wholeheartedly.

Una: I baked shortbread.

Meredith: I had a feeling. In my neck.

But a nice bubblebath governed by Bathphomet made them feel all better.

Una: Washing my hands will eliminate the green fumes wafting from my pits.

Meredith: This is the right way to sit in a chair.

Frankie: Methinks I'm knocked up.

OH, GOOD FOR YOU.

Whisper: Ah, soon the pitter-patter of little feet will fill the house once more!

So many little feet, because Meredith and Una are both pregnant too. 8|

Plantish: My mystical powers predict you're next!

Usaggie: Over my dead body.

Alien Friend: You smell nice.

Una: You're not currently afraid of marrying me, Frankie my beloved, so marry me.

Frankie: Yay!

Tish: Goochie goochie!

Tish: Is it suddenly icy cold in here?

Meredith: XE NEVER GOT TO MEET THE BABYYYYY

Bye Tish ;~;

Since it's Una, I assume she's just interested in learning how better to start fires.

Meredith: I don't think it's a good idea to let Una study fires, whether it's setting them or avoiding them.

Alien Friend: Pay attention to me.

Alien Friend: Cuz I'm old now!

That's real confetti, too. The good stuff. Our last bag.

Meredith: I'll sleep here tonight.

Varney: Guess again.

Meredith: I don't know about you, Frankie, but pregnancy makes me feel as strong as a sumo wrestler!

Meredith: But with cuter shoes.

Frankie: Naturally.

Frankie: Perhaps sometime Meredith and I could go shoe shopping!

Whisper: Count me in!

Meanwhile, the corner of the lot takes a snooze.

Meredith: YAAAAH

Meredith: SPORTS

Wow, I can't believe Usaggie's debut novel, Wizard Wizard Wizard Wizard Soup, is tanking. Just can't believe it at all.

Usaggie: But I worked so hard on it. It has so many wizards! Four, to be exact.

Possibly it needs more wizards.

Baby: Sharping my claws

Good witch, bad witch.

Really though, they're both bad witches. Varney is mean as shit and only ever wants to cast evil spells.

Meredith: HELP I DIDN'T GET MY EPIDURAL

Meredith: That wasn't so bad. Well, off to bigger and better things.

EXCUSE YOU.

Meredith: But I have to take a wicked dump!

Baby Girl: Maybe hand me to someone else first, then?

Meredith handed her to the floor. Which was fine, since she got to connect with the real Gashlycrumb caregiver.

Alien Head: EXCELLENT, A NEW MIND TO MOLD TO OUR AGENDA

Anyway, this is Titus!

Meredith: Aww. You're actually pretty cute.

Titus: Yay! I'm not on the floor!

Titus: Oh. I'm back on the floor.

Varney: *maxes creativity*

Usaggie: whoa, where did this toddler come from

*delighted clapping*

[[clapping intensifies]]

Una: CHILI, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME

But it wasn't chili, it was Tallulah.

She is an avid little toilet sailor.

Titus: That looks like fun. How do you play?

POTTY

Alien Friend: Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle!

Frankie, that's not your bed at all.

Frankie: Someone's in mine.

What?

Oh.

Una: I feel more able and ready to set fires now.

That's what we all assumed, yes.

Whisper: Voila! I have created nutriments.

You cast an actual magic spell and this is what you came up with? Fucking cereal?

Whisper: Hey, hey! Come on! It has little marshmallow stars in it.