Mesquite seems to know that something is off with Anya. She’s a family Sim who doesn’t roll family wants. She’s ambitious, yet she never wants to improve her skills so she can move up in her career. She’s a glutton, yet I can hardly get her to eat. I continually find her with her hunger meter in the red, her meal half-cooked on the stove, standing mourning over Timothy’s grave.
Yet Mesquite loves her all the same.
Of all the Sims at Cradle Rock, Anya is the one with the strangest sense of propriety.
At least she had enough awareness to feel embarrassed. Poor Kyler was mortified.
I didn’t choose what she’s wearing. I give each Sim five different outfits of every type, and then they can choose what to wear. I like being surprised.
But maybe not this surprised!
Because Anya never listens to me, I’ve been leaving her on free will, only directing her when she’s in danger of dying of starvation. She has started to use the microscope. Her developing logic skills really seem to be helping her. She’s spending less time mourning, more time skilling, and she doesn’t have that dopey, spaced out look quite so often.
I noticed that she had Mesquite’s icon in one of her whim bubbles. I expected to find, “Chat with Mesquite” when I moused over it. But instead it said “Get married to Mesquite.” All right! Finally a family-oriented wish!
After Mesquite proposed, she didn’t act psycho. She remained calm, relaxed, and affectionate. See–a little development of the mind does wonders!
She jumped into his arms.
You can tell how much Mesquite is into her by the way he’s checking her out.
Everybody wanted to get in shape for the wedding.
They were so eager for the wedding that they had it the next day, as soon as Anya got home from work, which was around 10:00 p.m. Most of the household was asleep, but they got up on their own to watch the exchange of vows.
This party-crasher just showed up. Nobody knows him. Since the Boughs always throw gold-medal parties, they get all sorts of uninvited guests. It’s ok, though, since the townies are starting to disappear.
Ah! Cake for a glutton!
Acacia, as always, was an amazing caterer, but she was too tired to stay up for the entire ceremony.
Sleeping arrangements that night were rather odd.
Mesquite crawled into bed with Acacia.
Since Mesquite had taken his spot, Kyler slept in Mesquite and Anya’s bed. And Palo Verde joined him.
So, Anya took Manzanita’s bed, since Manzy’s made a deal with the devil and gets to stay up all night.