Sims County

Caleb rubbed his sleeve nervously.  “I was wondering… what your thoughts were on vampires?” 

“Vampires!?”  Stunned, Miera blinked several times before continuing.  “You got me all the way out here to talk about VAMPIRES?  You want to know what I think of them?  I think they’re something we made up a long time ago when we didn’t know any better!  Is that it, or can I go back to my shack now?” 

He cleared his throat.  “Well, you see, I… kind of am one.”  He spread his arms out with uncertainty.  “Ta-da?” 

Miera sighed.  “You know what?  I don’t have time for this.  You sit up here in your old (fully built!) house, with plumbing, and electricity, and you always talk about the great meals you make.  But the one time you invite me over, it’s not to make one of those meals for me, it’s to play some stupid prank on me!  Goodbye Caleb.  Please don’t call me again.” 

Sometime during the middle of the night, Caleb called her.  “Hey, I have an important question I’d like to ask you, can you come over?” 

He wouldn’t explain further, so she was forced to drag herself out of bed and spend precious simoleons on bus fare to Forgotten Hollow. 

Caleb greeted her on the porch.  “Hello, I’m glad you could make it!” 

Miera gave him the stink-eye.  “I’m glad to see you too, but why did you invite me here in the middle of the night?  Is your sister okay?  And why are you dressed like a Gothic Rock star?” 

With the money made from the Flea Market, and several more paintings, Miera paid for an add-on to the back of the shack and a second-hand toilet and fridge. 

Total So Far: $3,341 

Bills Today: $118

Cash Left Over: $182

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Next on the list:

– A stove!  And counters!  

(More room!)  ◔̯◔

And $5,000 Simoleons in Savings. 

Seriously, what’s with you and the food paintings?  I thought that second one was supposed to be a Flirty painting? 

Miera didn’t make any new friends at the Flea Market, and Caleb was grumpy at her for ignoring him, but she did manage to sell a bunch of her produce for a 25% markup.  (fist-pump!)

She splurged and bought herself an old yoga mat, and a used easel to take home so that she could paint more often.  She was really getting the hang of it now, and she felt on the verge of a breakthrough. 

As soon as they got there, she dropped Caleb and ran to claim a table, scattering her fresh blackberries across the bumpy surface haphazardly. 

The vendor beside her had a bunch of wood carvings… and a fruitcake? 

Why are you always painting food? 

It was a nice day out, and as Miera made her way back to the neighbor’s easel she realized that the blackberries were finally ripe and ready for harvesting. 

Yay!  No tart lemons, nasty onions, or dirty mushrooms for her tonight! 

RUDE.  But sure, because she has a bunch of fruit to sell now.  =D 

Over the next few days, Miera returns to the plaza to paint, socialize, and steal food from the cafe counter when the baristas aren’t looking.