Well the house was built in a jiffy - 'jiffy' meaning 3 restarts on building (hitting the back arrow while still in build mode) and a lot of scanning house pics on google for inspiration and then a day sulking around because everything I wanted to build looked nasty with just BG.
Kourtney: Come on Dale, you've got homework to do, less chit chat.
Jax: I'll give you a hand if you like.
Marion got to planting some important plants.
Homework was done, friendships were made.
Watcher: Well, enjoy doing that 'cos it's the last time you'll ever be doing homework again.
Then it was time for mother and son to bond over their hearts desires.
Dale: How did you know that I've always wanted to live my life chained to a PC writing books non-stop?
Kourtney: Silly question son, the same way the watcher knew I wanted to spend all my time painting.
Work requirements were met.
Jax: Seems weird that being a mixologist requires me to max my cooking skills too don't you think?
Watcher: *cough* Oh no, that seems logical to me...
Jax: Hmm, maybe I should take a look at those work requirements myself.
watcher: No need, I've got you covered. *blush*
Kisses happened.
New beds were admired.
Jax: That's not what we're doing! Go away!
Watcher: I know that dummy, I was keeping it PG. Sheesh.
Confetti happened.
Kourtney: Yas!
Watcher: Congrats.
Good News was shared.
Jax: Really? Wow!
Watcher: *rolls eyes*
Watcher: Ahh, there you are Marion, it's so lovely and peaceful out here.
Marion: It's lovely actually. I love being alone.
Watcher: Wow, that's some straight talking there.
More skilling.
Watcher: That looks disgusting. What is it?
Jax: Beats me, it was the hardest recipe I knew so I just went with it.
And Jax took off, with a spring in his step for his first day at work.
Jax: You're so corny.
Watcher: You're so dead of you don't bring home a promotion. *laughs*
Jax: And you've got a really sick sense of humor too.
Pregnancy suited Kourtney.
Kourtney: Thanks watcher.
And the two lovebirds couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was sickening.
So I sent them on a date to the museum so Kourtney could
stare at view some paintings.
Watcher: Got your three drinks made yet?
Jax: Yep.
Too mushy and "romantic" to say much more *fake retching sounds* but a gold medal was awarded for their behavior.
Daily life rolled on with everyone surprisingly happy. Occasionally Jax secretly thought that Kourtney talked a little too much.
So he'd change the subject subtly.
Eventually it was time.
Jax: .... whatdoidowatcherwhatdoido?
Watcher: err, I think the correct question would be 'what did I do'.
Aww, welcome gen 2, Brendon McConnell
Dale finally managed to start publishing his books.
Watcher: Grats Dale.
Dale: Thanks.
Then promptly sacrificed himself at the Alter of Cow to celebrate.
Which in turn greatly aided Jax's next promotion.
Watcher: So you're officially a mixologist now?
Jax: Oooo *having brain wave* (Apparently.)
Some things broke so Dale called a repair person.
Jax: So you have maxed the handiness skill?
Maia: Well yes, that's my profession you see.
Jax: Hmmm....
And some habits are just too hard to break. *sigh*
