Well, now that youâ€™ve seen what the Baz and his fam are up to, itâ€™s back to Burr Cottage, where 2nd gen heir Belinda is plotting to take over the world with her daisy bouquets.
Belinda: What on earth do you mean? Iâ€™m only spitting out flowers by the cartload because YOU thought we should start a family business.
Jen: Thereâ€™s no â€œshouldâ€ about it, Belindy. Itâ€™s in the rules. â€œYou gain 1 point for every generation the â€˜Family Businessâ€™ is a level 10 business.â€
Belinda: Oh ho ho! So itâ€™s completely optional. You wonâ€™t lose the challenge if we donâ€™t start a business…
Jen: But I wonâ€™t get any points for it, either. And Iâ€™m all about the points. So get cracking on those crazy daisies!
Belinda: My, arenâ€™t we the oppressive monarch this morning! Next youâ€™ll be wanting us to bow and scrape and call you â€œYour Benevolenceâ€. I thought you loved us.
Jen: And I thought you loved flowers, but youâ€™re giving me the lip.
Belinda: Is this better?
Belinda: Oh, you beautiful, magical blooms! Letâ€™s take over the world one bouquet at a time!
Jen: A-ha! So you DO want to take over the world. You Knowledge Sims get some strange notions.
Belinda: I must have acquired that one from Farley. He of the metal fist, the iron grip, and so on. You know, if he werenâ€™t such a lamb, Iâ€™d be scared to death of him.
Farley: I heard that. How dare you call me a lamb. Iâ€™m a Mad Scientist! Stark raving!
Belinda: Farley, dear, youâ€™re not fooling anyone with that bunk. Now get out here and trim these hedges before they grow hooves and start roaming the yard like unhappy bison.
Jen: Well, while you two lovebirds quarrel over the state of the Burr botanical garden, Iâ€™ll check on the children.
Jen: Oh my. This isnâ€™t good. Coriander! No grinding! This isnâ€™t the â€˜90s!
Coriander: *youthful laughter* Yes, it is!
Jen: No, itâ€™s not!
Coriander: Are you telling me itâ€™s not the 1890s?
Jen: Umâ€¦wellâ€¦youâ€™re right. Itâ€™s the 1890s. The tail-end of them, anyway. But I stand by my command. No grinding! Respectable young people didnâ€™t do that kind of thing back then.
Coriander: Who says weâ€™re respectable? Besides, my sister is much worse.
Jen: Oh dear. When youâ€™re right, youâ€™re right. But that doesnâ€™t make it right! Right?
Coriander: Huh? Well, you can take that up with Camellia. I have to go read up on toilet-bowl cleaning.
Farley: Dear Diary, I have been studying Vincentioâ€™s marble urn for days now, and still no supernatural activity. I wonder if he thinks heâ€™s still in quarantine? I shall persist in my vigil…after I finish daubing my latest canvas.
Farley: Great Scott! What was THAT?
Jen: I didnâ€™t catch who it was. Must have been a drive-by scaring. By the wayâ€¦Farley?
Jen: You just broke my â€œNoble Composureâ€ handicap. Thanks a bunch.
Farley: Donâ€™t mention it. And I mean that literally. Donâ€™t mention it ever again. How embarrassing! Iâ€™d better mop it up before Belinda sees itâ€¦
Jen: Good thing you always have a mop in your back pocket.
Farley: Indeed. Very handy. Now, while Iâ€™m trying to salvage the last shred of my dignity, why donâ€™t you tell them about the room.
Jen: Oh, yes! The room! We finally finished the Great Room. I did a little dance when I placed the last two floor tiles. No more striding through the grass on the way to the refrigerator!
Farley: Now we just wade through the field on our way to bed.
Jen: Iâ€™m working on it.
Belinda: *piping up* And it would be nice to have walls for our flower shop, too.
Jen: My dear Belinda, havenâ€™t you ever heard of an open-air market? Just think of the scent of all that pungent flora wafting through the air, enticing potential customers as they stroll by!
Farley: By Jove, I think sheâ€™s got something. Nowâ€¦how do I use this blasted cash register? Dratted newfangled contraptionsâ€¦thatâ€™ll be 5 Simoloeons, Miss. I thinkâ€¦
Jen: Good heavens, Farley. When that ghost scared the puddle out of you, did you lose your brain, too? Need I remind you that youâ€™re a Knowledge Sim? AND a Mad Scientist? Youâ€™re supposed to be a whiz with gizmos and gadgets!
Farley: Need I remind YOU that Iâ€™m a bit of a dusty old dog? Sometimes itâ€™s hard to learn new tricks. Itâ€™s not as if they had cashiering classes at Fernley College, you know.
Jen: Yes, yes, I know. Iâ€™m sorry if I was harsh. You did a fine job at the register! Iâ€™m so proud of your first Simoleon.
Farley: What do you know, I feel a glimmer of pride myself.
Jen: Speaking of Fernley Collegeâ€¦
Belinda: Oh yes. The children. They left us all alone.
Farley: *heaves a sigh*
Jen: Iâ€™ll go see what theyâ€™re up to. Donâ€™t break any handicaps while Iâ€™m gone.
Farley: I make no promises.
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