I know the interaction's just for toddlers in-game, but I like to think that Miles is reading to both his daughters.
Freesia: Noooo, storytimes are Freesia-only!
I am very, very glad this isn't an ISBI.
Tomax: Hey.
Do we know you?
Tomax: No, what does that matter. I wanna use some of those frogs in the yard for my potions, but-
Sigh. I swear, if an alien shows up we'd have got the full occult set.
And the mermaid's the only one who's invited!
Nalani: Oh Roxana, you can barely tell you had two babies, you look the same as ever.
Roxana: Aw, you don't have to flatter me to be welcome here, Nalani, you're my friend.
Nalani: Then as your friend...maybe go to bed? Miles seems concerned.
He has every right to be.
Nalani: Ugh, you stink. This was not in the Auntie Handbook. But..both your parents are a little useless right now.
Miles is on his way back, don't worry.
Nalani: Really? I'm out then!
As is obvious by the pyjamas, Roxana did in fact go to bed. For about an hour before Hyacinth's crying woke her up.
Nalani: You wanna go...back to bed?
Roxana: Nonsense, I'm completely rested!
The next morning (with Roxana in bed, finally), Freesia woke up rather displeased.
Freesia: I knew that baby would change things! Once I was fed in my chair, now I eat off the floor like a pet!
Just eat your taco, diva.
Roxana: Don't feel neglected1 How about a special bubble bath?
Freesia:...What if she falls down and lets me drown, Dad?
Miles: She won't. Just forget yesterday ever happened.
Freesia: YOU can be my new parents!
Black Cat:...I wasn't ready for this responsibility!
Freesia: And the neglect continues!
I mean, that's just the garden, it's not your sister.
Freesia: Don't say the S word! I don't like it, it's traumatising!
Freesia: This is more like it.
Miles: Yeah, I'll help you stack those blocks. Maybe one day you can help out your little sister.
Freesia: Fat chance.
Later...
Big surprise, Nalani's here. She called to ask Roxana to her house, which I said no to, and then half an hour later asks to come over. Stalker, I swear.
Nalani: Wooow kid, your parents really are useless today!
Hyacinth: I KNOW
Roxana's elusive second outfit makes an appearance once more!
Roxana: Not for long, I'm going to bed!
Good, we're in agreement.
4am...
Freesia: Wow. Floor tacos again. Aren't I a lucky kid?
Would you rather have nothing?
Freesia: Good point.
Roxana: Looks like you do know how to use your potty.
Freesia: Wow you're behind. I've been able to do that for ages now, holy crap.
Roxana: Oh yeah? Hurry up and take one then.
Freesia: Dammit, that was kinda clever.
Freesia: Wow, if this is how she has to get fed maybe floor tacos aren't so bad!
Roxana: Oh hush, it's natural. You'll get it one day.
Freesia: I'd rather not.
Freesia: Dad! Thank Watcher you're here! Mum said it didn't happen, but I SAW her nearly fall down again!
Miles: Yeah...she's napping now. I need to tend the garden, can you watch yourself for a bit?
Freesia: Oh sure, I'm more competent than you two put together,
Miles: Thanks.
Freesia: Don't worry. Mum brings down the average.
Miles: Just one last skill, OK. Sit tight.
Freesia: But it's my birthday, the weird blue box said so!
Miles: You don't even have a cake yet. Sit tight and I'll help you.
Roxana: Oooh, she looks like me!
Roxana hasn't slept properly since her second trimester with Hyacinth. the baby who's about to be a toddler. So...I guess it makes sense for her to start losing it.
Roxana: Floooorrr...
Miles:...You alright there?
Freesia: What do you think, Dad?
Miles: I was hoping this wouldn't happen again. Don't let it ruin your birthday.
Freesia: Yeah...happy birthday to me. This is all her fault anyway.
Maybe a little bit.
Hyacinth: Attention please! Or I'll SCREAM!
Miles: Oh lord.
And here are the girls in their final (for now) forms! Hyacinth is Fussy - joy, let's hope Miles can handle her as easily as her sister. And Freesia is Self-Assured with the Scamp aspiration.
Uh, no.
Freesia: Zzzz....Mum used mine.
Ffs Roxana.
Freesia: It's OK. Not like I want to be far away upstairs.
She may turn out to be one but so far...
Hyacinth: By my best estimates, this is in fact a block.
Maybe her sister was right, here is Hyacinth in fact being a horror.
Miles: So, shall we learn to use that potty by you? It'll be fun-
Hyacinth: Shove it up your ass, old man!
Miles:...First of all I'm thirty.
By the end of the night, Miles the baby whisperer prevailed.
Hyacinth: No I w - *zzzz*
Miles: Phew. Why do I feel like I just ran a marathon? That was only the first evening!
Freesia is awake at 2am doing random crap. Ah, this is a good successor to my ISBI.
Freesia: Don't worry, Catty, we'll keep watch over the evil brewing back there.
Hyacinth: *snore*
Freesia: Not into clowns then, Catty? That's OK. She's the clown.
Cat: Feel like you're reaching a little. Why do you even hate her?
Freesia: Existence, of course!
GOTOSLEEP
Roxana: Oh lord I've been in this bed so long! I'm so stiff and achy, I can never do this again!
I wish you would. That was what's called a 'proper amount of sleep'.
Miles: Seriously.
Seriously?
Hyacinth: Told you. I wanted ice-cream. Now cleanup on Aisle 4, old man.
Miles: I'm still thirty!
Freesia: Uh...sorry Mum. I'm pretty tired, didn't get a lot of sleep so I'm going back inside...
Roxanne: Ugh how is my kid so boring?
Hyacinth: Ice cream for breakfast pls!
Roxana: That's more like it!
Hyacinth: So can I?
Roxana:...We don't actually have any, can I interest you in chocolate-covered animal crackers?
Hyacinth: Ye.
Roxana: I have distracted her with peas, bathroom quickie before she throws everything?
Miles:...Yes pls.
Hyacinth: These are weird crackers.
Freesia: I should NOT have told you the truth.
Hyacinth: Too bad. Clean up on Aisle 4-
Freesia: No, I don't think I will.
Roxana: Well. Here we go again.
She seems to have regained her ability to care for herself so yeah. Third baby. This'll be the last I think.
Nalani, here once again.
Nalani: I've got all that old food off the floor - let me take it to the trash!
Roxana: Oh, you are a dear. There'll always be a place here for you, Nalani.
Nalani: That's the plan.
Roxana: What?
Hyacinth: Don't trick me this time. I want TREATS.
Roxana: Why of course not dear.
Roxana: *gag* Why did I let this happen again?
Hyacinth: Not on my head!
Roxana: Miles, I can smell you from over here. And don't eat your greasy food on the nice white chairs!
Miles: It's not my fault, you try looking after kids and the garden!
What's Miss Freesia, the actual heiress, doing?
Freesia: High scoreeee....seriously leave, I'm trying to finish building this house. It needs to be worth 30k.
Haha meta.
Roxana: Take your awful sugary fruit slop, eat surrounded my all this filth, and leave me in peace.
Hyacinth: Good morning to you too, mother.,
Freesia: That was a nice Hyacinth-free day!
Uh...good for you. She's been terrible all day for Miles, unfortunately.
Freesia: I was right! I knew it! They should have stoped with me, I'm the best.
..Your mother's having a third.
Freesia: Waitwhat.
Freesia: Need some help, Dad?
Miles: Mmmm...taco.
Freesia: You need some help, Dad.
Bless you, kid.
Freesia: Seeeriously needs help.
Miles: No, that's enough. You will learn to use the potty or else!
Hyacinth: No!
Miles: Or else!
Hyacinth:...But-
Freesia: Huh, he's using my pointers.
Miles: Now what's the problem with books? Do you wanna turn out stupid?
Hyacinth: Couldn't be worse than you!
Miles: Why you - how about one of Mum's books?
Hyacinth: Mum's even worse!
Miles: There was once a sweet kitten...
Hyacinth: I can't HEAR YOU
Miles: Then sit closer!
Hyacinth: NO!
Nalani: Well this chair is a health hazard...good thing Auntie Nalani is here!
*sigh* Thanks, stalker.
Freesia: So Auntie...if you care so much about us, and love kids, just have a few of your home.
Nalani: Oh, silly, you don't get it, with my husband...
Freesia: So leav ehim? Mum and Dad are gross but they definitely love each other.
Nalani: Too true!
Freesia: You can find that, you're pretty. Now get out, I need to take a crap.
Freesia: And she threw the sauce all over Dad. Yet another reason why I should be your favourite.
Nalani: Now, aunties don't have favourites.
Freesia: Sure they can. I know Dad likes me best. She's a little terror. Even the Watcher agrees.
Hyacinth: On my way to ruin her night.
Miles: Now...come on, we don't have to do that. Get down here, I made your favourite sandwich!
Miles: Sorry about this, sweetie. I didn't know she'd climb all those stairs to get to you.
Freesia: Of course she would. It's not your fault actually. I was awake the second she got to the stairs. I could sense her evil aura.
Hyacinth: Sandwich...bend to me!
Freesia: I can't believe you. Another one?
Roxana: Shit, did I forget to tell you?
Freesia: Evidently. Isn't the second one bad enough?
Roxana: I'm kind of agreeing with you, but at this point we can't take this back.
Roxana: Piece of junk! This is not the water I wanted to break!
You're still in your 2nd trimester, that's not happening for a while.
Roxana: And it's my third pregnancy, I'm done with this shit, and a girl can dream!
The happy couple are working in the garden.
Roxana: So when's the wedding, Miles? It's been ages since you proposed.
Miles: O__O talk to the watcher *sprays more bug spray*
Freesia: So....hope everybody's still alive today. Who knows what she could do, the demon.
Miles, just offscreen: *whistling as he sells flowers*
Roxana: I am NOT IN THE MOOD. This woman is a Stage 5 clinger, it's like she's stalking us!
Bad news, Roxy.
...she's here anyway.
Nalani: *sigh*...I just met my affair-stepkid. It's been really hard-
Freesia: I'm seven, can you stop?
Hyacinth: I'll gnaw on her ankles for you.
Freesia: Maybe if the horror likes me, I can tolerate her...
The next morning...
The happy couple are, well...
Roxana: So we're doing this again.
Miles: Mhm isn't it great, honey-
Roxana: Read the room, Miles! Or just listen out for my TONE. I'm not sure I'm happy about this!
Miles: Don't worry, we'll do great.
Roxana; Sure, 'we' like I'm not the one who pushes it out.
Roxana: GodDAMMIT you couldn't even give a girl the time to finish her taco, hm?
Here he is.
Roxana: You look just like your sister...the second one. That's not good, is it?
Acorn: I 'unno
He's been alive for like one second.
Miles: You do look like your sister. I love her but I hope to the Watcher you don't grow into her.
Acorn: Can I please just eat my lunch?
Poor kid.
Anyway, we will see you next time when both Hyacinth and Acorn grow up.
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