It’s uneventful but successful and after Tiave headed to bed, too, Shanna brings some flowers.

(To be honest, I really hope that one day, one of their dates will gift them something expensive that they can sell for their college funds. That’s why I let them date so much- other than the fact that they non-stop wish for dates… Pleasure sims!)

Almost all of the Teens are extremely tired today (that dreaded weekend blues) and head to bed early.

Except for Tiave, who invites over Shanna for an impromptu date (six Sims with the same aspiration and mostly the same wishes can be tiresome…).

Breakfast is literally the only time of the day everybody gets along. Well, unless someone says something stupid, like Patrick here. He’s been really obsessed with aliens lately and it shows. Reactions to his fervid proposal for the probability of life on SimSaturn are… mixed.

Bartender: “Wait, are you guys even old enough to drink?”

Orion: “Do you really want to mess with members of the Tricou family?”

Bartender: “… Alright, two glasses of nectar, poured, coming up!”

Why is nobody helping poor Kestrel, though?!