Sophie had gotten the cooking bug, much to Hannah's distress.
Are you SURE you can cook sis?
Yeah, hang on, this is a bit tricky..... wait... oh yeah!
You are chopping up a lettuce there, what's so tricky about that?
It's... technical. ... oh never mind, you won't understand.
How come?
It's.... how the French do it, mkay?
When's this dinner going to be ready? I'm HUNGRY!!
Nessa, be patient, this meal can't cook itself!
It's a salad.... sheesh, folks can die of hunger here ya know!!!
William, in the meantime, has suddenly developed a crush on a certain merman that was mooning over Will's mother Shannon.
Wow, he's hot! Wonder what star sign he is?
O-kay.
Speaking of Shannon, bless her, she's got her hands full with a house full of teens.
Poor Hannah was late for work ... again, and Shannon ripped her a new one.
But mom, I was hungry.
I don't care, you are not setting a good example here.
..... grumble grumble .... still hungry come to think of it.
Are you listening to me? You are GROUNDED young lady!
So Hannah slunk downstairs in the basement to sneak a sip of some elixir she'd found in the cupboards there. Still don't know what happened though.
In the meantime, Shannon desperately needed a promotion at work and because she'd fallen behind with her reports, she was going nowhere fast on the corporate ladder.
So, whilst the rest of the family were busy, or sleeping, she took herself into town to find a likely candidate to question.
However, as she was quietly interviewing this cute little Sim, the cold chilly air, and natural fatigue forced her to cut short her line of questioning as she decided to go back home to warm up all snuggly in her bed.
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