Next morning, Brandon discovered a little bouquet right by the door. His little collection grows.

And with that, we leave him (yes, snore, boring round, I know. But he’s really determined to become a painter, so that’s what he does all day.)

Brandon spends the whole next day painting. Maybe, if he gets better, he will one day be able to quit his bar keeping job and sell his art for a living. Maybe buy back that pub, once he is financially secure enough?

(And that’s it, actually, because I accidentally left the game running while wiping up my dog’s puke. He (Brandon) didn’t die but I have no idea what he did between finishing that painting and going to work. The dog’s fine, too. He just loves eating my palm tree… he has a sensitive stomach and that apparently soothes it?)