Last chapter our generation 6 couple finally tied the knot, our generation 7 heir grew into a child,
Oh, and we added a new member to the family. Sheila.
Sheila: The new favorite.
*Plays Kyle Jenner’s “rise and shine” over speaker*
Diago: My ears! Turn that crap off.
What better way to start your day then a Nascar race?
Alonso: Maybe clean your room? Take a shower? Eat breakfast?
Diago: All terrible ideas! I have a full schedule dad, and none of it involves any of that.
Sheila wasn’t wrong about being the favorite.
Rhyan: Are you ready?
Diago: I’m ready mom!
Rhyan: I’m aiming for your face.
Rhyan: Don’t duck! Hit it with your nose if you have to!
Diago: It’s involuntary!
Rhyan: I’m going to challenge myself this time. I’m not going to move my feet, okay?
Diago: You’re just torturing me at this point.
Rhyan: HAH! Got it! Maybe you should practice with your father.
Diago: God mom! Can’t you just lower the difficulty a little bit?
Rhyan: This isn’t one of those brain-melting video games kid, you can’t change the difficulty of life.
Diago: Life sucks.
Harry: Stop calling me! I don’t need a damn back brace! I get around fine!
For a 100 year old you definitely do. Harry’s never going to die. This is Trinity, by the way. Remy’s daughter.
Speaking of Remy, I think she’s glad her dad stopped by. Now she can practice chanting to the masses.
Remy: And what’s up with these housing prices? Who can afford this shit?
Honestly.
Harry: Okay kiddo, time to learn how to walk. Your mother is never going to teach you.
Remy isn’t much of a teacher. She’s more of a… screamer.
I was stalking kids leaving school and I saw this beautiful kid… Just to realize she’s Diago’s cousin. This is Nandini, Alaric’s daughter.
Diago: Hey! We’re cousins!
Nandini: We’ve met before.
Diago: I just like handshakes, that’s all.
Diago: Your mom isn’t that crazy lady with the beehive hair who wears Renaissance clothes all the time, is she?
Nandini: Aunt Elise? Oh god, no. She’s nuts! My dad just steals jewels for a living.
Diago: Whew. That’s good news!
Some of these poor kids just need some plastic surgery to help them along.
Look at what a difference some small changes and eyebrows make.
Paparazzi: That’s right kid, strike a pose.
EW! WEIRDO! Go away! Stop stalking kids!
AH! WHOSE THAT! DIAGO!
Diago: I’m busy!
Stop playing tag this instant! This chick is mate material!
Melisa: Uh, hey kid. What’s up.
Diago: I could’t help but notice your, um, shirt! What brand is it?
Good one, buddy.
Diago: You put me on the spot!
WAIT! QUICK, THERE’S ANOTHER ONE!
Diago: When we learned about clouds in science today, that was pretty cool.
Lindsay: Yea, I guess so.
Great. You’re just amazing at this whole conversing thing.
Diago: I mean, if you prefer the sun, that’s cool too.
Lindsay: What about a partly cloudy day? It’s the best of both worlds.
Diago: You’re really onto something here.
I guess it went pretty well, because when Diago left, they were almost friends.
Diago: Well, I’ll see you around. Maybe you can come to my sleepover tomorrow night?
Lindsay: Sure! I’ll ask my mom.
She’s adorable. She’s sweet. And, I won’t spoil anything, but she has really good traits too.
Sheila is just up to puppy stuff. Eat, sleep, chew, repeat.
Rhyan is just up to Rhyan stuff. Work out, fight fires, sleep, repeat.
Alonso: Are you cheating with that earpiece? What are you listening to?
Harry: You think I have to cheat to beat you? In my time, I was chess grand master. But even if I wasn’t, you’re not cheat worthy.
Alonso: Well that was a little offensive.
Harry: I said I wanted to go to the festival and ORDER food, not stuff hotdogs down by esophagus.
Same difference?
You’re supposed to drink water in between bites. Good god, I’m starting to believe you’re not a trained professional.
And, you lost. Should have taken my advice.
Old Man: What’s my prize??
More hot dogs. Yay.
When Harry started running away, I thought he was going to die. I guess he must have just been super embarrassed.
Harry: If you run fast enough, your defeats can’t follow you.
Rhyan: What the hell is this woman wearing?
Never mind that, save her!
Rhyan: Hey, beehive hair! Get out of here before you burn to death!
Rhyan: Cool, I got my bun back!
And I edited this poor woman’s outfits, because under closer inspection I realized she is Melisa’s mom!
I can’t let *potential* future in-laws run around like that. You’re welcome!
Wait, when did you become a police officer?
Alonso: A long time ago, you just forgot to mention it.
Diago: It’s party time, ladies and gentlemen!
Sheila: Woof?
Diago: Oh hi cute girl! Did you come to say hello to my guests?
I invited a lot of kids.
Like, a lot. This isn’t even half of them.
With a house full of kids, there has to be one trouble maker.
Desirae: I don’t even like sleepovers, but when my mom saw the invite she told me I had to come. I bet she’s out drinking with her boyfriend tonight, that who-
Wowow! Way too much information.
Diago: So… is that a yes to snow cones?
Desirae: Yea, whatever.
So, the kids do what kids do. Watch TV, in the background some read books instead. Others chased Sheila around the house, trying to pet her even though she threatened to bite them.
God dangit Desirae, can you just have fun like everyone else?
Nandini: Well this is awkward.
At 10, the party was promptly over and all the kids went to sleep. Diago ended up in his own bed instead of a sleeping bag. Smart kids.
The other kids… not so much. For some reason they tried to sleep outside in the rain.
Good thing the house wasn’t plagued by paparazzi that night, or this could have been a more disturbing picture.
One kid found his way onto the couch.
Another outside of Rhyan and Alonso’s room.
But this kid definitely hit the jackpot. He somehow snagged Harry’s bed before Harry could.
Harry: Good thing I sleep in the rocking chair nowadays.
The back problems you must have… maybe I should get you a cane.
The next morning I realized someone was making mixed drinks all night, and trying to serve them to the kids?? The only parent who would be okay with that is Desirae’s mom.
Harry: Whose that kid?
Your grand daughter! You should go meet her!
I got an in-game message the night before that Nandini was stuck aging, so when I saw her today in the pool and realized she was not only a teenager, not a young adult, but an ADULT, I fixed her in CAS… Well, that’s what I thought I did, at least.
You probably don’t want skid marks on your face on your birthday.
Especially since Melisa has graced us with her presence.
Alonso: I don’t want to freak you out, but I think the lady in the sky has made you into a child predator.
Alaric: Excuse me?
I… might have mistaken your wife for your daughter. And aged her into a teen… accidentally.
Harry: Get this: I was told your my grand daughter.
Lealani: I’m your daughter-in-law.
Harry: Oh my, that’s a big difference.
Lealani: Yay! Thank you, Harry! I thought I was going to be stuck that way!
Harry: I have no idea what’s happening.
I’m an idiot, that’s whats happening.
There’s Nandini. She did get stuck aging, but fixing that is a problem for another day. I don’t think I’m doing anymore playing in CAS after the mess I made today.
MELISA! Stop trying to go swimming and celebrate your *maybe one day* boyfriend’s birthday.
That’s more like it.
Diago rolled Gatherer as his fourth trait. And cute as his fifth. Cute is a trait, right?
No more cake! Go talk to the woman! The night isn’t getting any younger.
Melisa: Deadpool pants? Lit!
Diago: Thanks for coming to my birthday party.
Melisa: Free cake is a real crowd pleaser.
And after that wonderful conversation, Melisa went home.
Diago: Does my breath stink? No, even worse. I grew up ugly didn’t I?
Don’t pout, look who just showed up!
Diago: I didn’t think you were going to come.
Lindsay: Sorry about that, I got held up at home.
Did she get held up the day of your slumber party too? I don’t trust her.
Lindsay: Anyways, you uh, grew up nice.
Diago: Uh, thanks?
Diago: In my culture, on a guy’s teen birthday all the girls his age give him a smooch.
Lindsay: What culture is that?
Diago: The culture of finesse.
Lindsay: I’ll rock paper scissors you for it.
Diago: Deal.
Lindsay: Hey! You cheater!
Diago: How do you cheat at rock paper scissors?
Lindsay: I’ve never lost a game!
Diago: Looks like your luck has ran out!
Lindsay: I’m not sure about smooching, but how is a birthday hug?
Diago: Good enough.
So what do you guys think? Melisa or Lindsay? Or… both? I don’t think Diago takes after his dad that much, but who knows what the future holds? (Me, I do. I’ve already played it.) Come back next time for more birthdays, more fun, and… a love triangle?
Life's Lemons 