
Um, that’s a hard no from me. No canoodling with cafeteria cooks.

Um, that’s a hard no from me. No canoodling with cafeteria cooks.
Night activities.

Timothy asks Poppy to make it official and go steady.

And we’re back at college for Timothy’s last year of college.
Poppy decides to declare her major. It won’ t actually give her a boost her in her dream job (Education), but it’s plausible enough that I’ll let her study it.
Final exam time! This time it’s Timothy who’s running late. They both pass, though, and Poppy even makes it to the Dean’s list.

Sophie: “Ugh, seriously, guys?”

“Hey, what’s up with those glasses?”
“I went to an eye specialist on my way home from class and guess what, you were right! Now I have to wear this atrocity!”
“Aw, but you look lovely!”

Sophie: “I can hear you, you know?”

“Oh my god, I look terrible!”