"Shit."
Don't worry about that, hurry up and eat!
Jo, you do not have the time to leisurely sniff your cereal. Seriously, you're late as it is--just eat it and run.
And she's off! Now to find something to do while she's gone . . .
Wow; three o'clock got here quick. I went exploring while Jo just became more and more miserable at work. She needs fun and a shower--shower first, then harvest shit, then we can find something fun to do, okay?
"Alright."
Hey, with that money, maybe you can afford a double bed now. It's about time we get this legacy thing really started.
Digging . . . please be another capsule.
This is her reaction when she finds a treasure map. How are you so calm, woman?
There we go! Now onto harvesting and then we can show off your treasures.
Flowers and apples and pears and strawberries and basil. There is so much around this lot it's ridiculous. Okay, now let's get you some fun.
Someone tried to talk to her before she could get home. She's not happy.
"Get out of my way before I eat you or something."
Uhm, Jo, you're bored, not hungry.
"He doesn't know that."
She managed to get home without eating the guy, and went straight to the microphone.
"I'm giving myself a headache with all these lousy jokes."
You'll live.
And these are her little treasures. She found some orange topaz or something like that, but I sold it before remembering that these little pictures are basically ritual now. Oops? It was really pretty, though.
And that map is worth 80 simoleons. It doesn't seem like it can be used for anything but decoration, so let's get that 80, yeah?
After selling everything, she had 727 simoleons. Then we bought this double bed and a bookshelf--because books raise fun like nobody's business. Okay, now eat and read, and if it's not too late we'll invite J over for a bit.
I can't tell if that's supposed to be a stink eye or a smoulder. Either way, you're cute, but keep reading.
"I'm so bored!"
Keep reading and you won'e be,
It's after ten, but we're gonna see if J wants to come over anyway.
"You could always sleep over." ..... "Oh, I've got a double bed now. No one will have to sleep on the floor."
"So, you wanna stay over tonight? It can't hurt, right?"
He makes this face around her a lot. Maybe he knows where Jo's goin' with this? He seems extremely pleased, either way.
To celebrate, they bro bump.
Smooches. She seems to really enjoy kissing him.
"Yes! I have an agreement for the woohoo-ing to commence!"
"Wow! Look at them tits!"
He seriously is looking right at her boobs. Classy, J. You're lucky I didn't select 'try for baby' just yet.
"Why would you do that?"
Oh, J. Sweet, innocent J. This is a legacy, you're the spouse-to-be. Or the sperm donor for the kids. Either way, eventually you're gonna have a kid or two with the lovely lady in front of you.
How domestic of you! Taking care of the little things while Jo gets some of that much needed sleep. You better not try and walk off the lot, though.
"I was invited to sleep over. Course I'm not leaving. This dish was just driving me crazy and I'm not tired yet."
Awkward potty eye contact.
"Uhm."
"It's a basic human need, no?"
"Well, yeah, but . . ."
"Don't watch if it makes you uncomfortable."
Damn it. Stupid plumbob.
"Right."
Since you're both up . . . I think it's time for a baby. Or, if you're anything like the Mitchell family, two babies. (Oh dear Lord, please no.)
J must be one of those people that's got a ton of energy after sex or something. Anyways, he read a book, came over to the sink with the book still in his hand, and washed it away. I hope you're gonna buy her a new book, dude.
"Uhm."
Go to bed. Don't let her sleep alone, you dick.
He never did go to sleep. He read almost every book Jo owns and did a bunch of push ups. I also discovered that, though I have no idea when Jo learned this trait, he's Noncommittal. Well, shit.
It's like, five in the morning, so technically day six has been started, but J hasn't left yet. When he leaves, I'll say day five is over.
For someone so noncommittal, J sure does love the autonomous affection. No wonder I didn't see it coming. Hopefully this means, though, that if she proposes to him, he'll accept.
He enjoys his girlfriend's dulcet tones as she sings in the shower.
Using a pregnancy test.
The results are in.
Joelie Zavanella, you . . .
Are having a baby!
"Yay . . ."
You could sound more excited.
"Like you've pointed out, J is noncommittal. If he decided this ain't gonna work when I tell him, I'm blaming you."
I can live with that. There are other guys in Willow Creek and Oasis Springs that would love to get with you. And their genes are probably just as good.
"You're impossible."
"So, J, if you could ignore your noncommittal trait for just a second."
"What's up, Jo?"
Hurry up. You have work soon.
"So last night, after that second woohoo . . ."
Oh dear, he knows where this is going. That face does not bode well, Jo.
"Y'see . . ."
She hemmed and hawed around it for a while, wasted time she didn't really have.
"I'm pregnant."
What was J's final reaction?
A smile, nod--basically a Sim agreement. He also did the whole 'I'm s excited I'm gonna be a dad' thing, but apparently I didn't catch a picture of that.
Okay, babe, it's time for work.
Which means that it's time to end day five. The rest of day six will be up later.
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