Lew Zealand
Helper
This is an extension of posts in the "What happened in your game today?" thread as I was getting too wordy.
Yes, I'm as shocked as you are.
Anyway, better to break it out here and not clog up a more concise thread. Previous posts if you want any backstory:
Concise posts (easily skippable, a few personality nuggets here 'n there)
mid Winter, year 3
mid Winter, year 3 #2
late Winter, year 3
Spring week 2, year 4
Spring week 3, year 4
Oops, started writing stories here
Spring week 4, year 4
Summer week 1, year 4
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Summer weeks 2 and 3
Week 2 of Summer 4 ends with rain, to nobody's surprise. Farmer Bobbi tries to keep her seat dry by sitting on it but instead that makes her skirt wetter which was really no good. As usual, Emily is smart enough to stay inside so Bobbi muses with the Frogs for a bit, avoiding...
Something or another.
The only sunny day that week was the Luau a few days earlier. This year Bobbi remembered a particularly excellent melon she'd been saving as opposed to the flawless spice berry she'd popped in the soup last year. She was sure that addition had been top notch and the Governor's less than stellar reaction was probably from... yeah something Sam tossed in as a joke. Maybe I can get Seb to tell me what it was, Bobbi thought.
Seeing Emily already there in full swing in time with the music, Bobbi walked up to ask, "Hey Emily, are your feet jealous of Robin's yet?" A smirk crept across Bobbi's face. "I may be small but I still make a big impression on your toes when dancing."
Temporarily snapped out of her dance zone, Emily lost the beat for a second but recovered like a pro and responded with,
Bobbi laughed as she turned away towards the food, knowing her reputation on the dance floor. "Have fun, you're safe for now!" Bobbi called as she planned her dessert attack.
Still feeling much like an overstuffed turkey the following day, Bobbi was surprised when Emily handed her a dark seafoam green Island Bikini Top and asked her to try it on, following with, "Have you come up with an idea for the shop yet?"
"Uh... well, nooo..." Bobbi stammered, taking the jewel-toned top from Emily. "Um, the house windows aren't all that big and nobody really walks out all this way to visit." Bobbi's brain was catching up now. "And and there aren't any unoccupied storefronts in town so we kind of don't have a great location for this shop idea." That's a lot of waffling and we haven't even had breakfast yet, Bobbi thought. "Lemme get this right on so you can see it!" Ooo, good save!
"I remember when a certain single Farmer would occasionally ride through town wearing a grass skirt and a top made from 2 coconut halves and not much else," Emily reminisced, gazing to infinity over Bobbi's shoulder for a few seconds as she showed her the outfit. "That particular Farmer really caught my eye." Emily's eyes landed squarely on Bobbi.
"Uh, yes that top was, is! a good one but well, I've put on a bit of... baby weight so maybe something else would look better?" Bobbi replied, taken off guard.
"Baby weight!" Emily exclaimed. "We adopted our kids or did you forget?!" Emily pinched Bobbi a bit around the midsection. "Baby weight, this stuff? I see you take like 2 pounds of cheese when you go adventuring in that cavern in the Desert." Another pinch. "Did you put it all right here?" Poke and pinch! Bobbi is giggling and trying to squirm away from tickly fingers. But Emily's not done, her voice raising a bit, "...the cavern that Sandy warned me in no uncertain terms never to enter because it's too dangerous." Bobbi found herself engulfed by a big hug.
"It's fine, Skull Cavern's fiiiine, the cheese is super helpful, you've seen all the shiny gems I get from there," Bobbi justifies. "I even found that Autopetter there. I mean can you imagine?" A couple of little Bobbi laughs as they disengage. "Heh, someone just drops one of those there and I totally find it!" Quickly changing the subject back, Bobbi continues, "and anyway I was worried about all the adoption stuff and worry makes me eat ice cream. Ever since I got that recipe, well, heh I've got a weakness for that stuff..." Bobbi trails off making yummy sounds.
Big smile, not too cheesy. Hopefully. Lots of teeth and maybe eyebrows slightly too raised.
Emily reaches out to adjust Bobbi's straps, "Well I think you look very well-proportioned in that top and I have an idea how we can start our advertising." She's all business now having done some mental planning. "You can wear a different one each day you go to Ginger island. You're always there tending that other family of yours."
"What, I don't--!" Bobbi starts with raised eyebrows, voice rising but catches herself too late.
Emily smiles. "Gotcha, teddy bear. Anyway I already have the ladies penciled in to visit twice this week. You pick which ones you want."
"How about just you and nobody else?" Split second pause and Bobbi adds, "Maybe add Abby." Eyebrows raised in mock hope.
"No you silly, pick which top-- OK har har, you got me." Bobbi is bouncing on her toes with a big smile now. "Just say 'Hi' and be yourself and afterwards run off to your farm like usual before the weeds consume it and mutate into a giant SciFi monster, OK?"
"Aww, no parading obviously in front of all the other ladies and getting you jealous?" Bobbi walks around exaggeratedly, drawing her hands down her sides with a flourish, taking longer strides to extend her legs back. "Well, what fun is it going to be for me then?!" Bobbi finishes, looking upwards, giggling with an upstretched palm towards the ceiling in some mock-marble statue pose. And losing her balance, almost falling over but catching herself awkwardly.
"Ooo yeah those moves will get the suits flying off the shelves!" Emily says with an almost straight face, turning towards the sewing room. "I'll get to work double time to keep up with demand."
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The next day, there is a soft >bamf< as a farmer appears out of thin air at the top of the beach at Ginger Island, cautiously peering towards the shore and the people there. 6 young women and nobody else, whew! Bobbi chats with everyone as she's very good friends with all and maybe notices them evaluating her choice of swimwear which is unusual for this farmer, but nobody says anything specifically about it.
Probably because Haley was asleep the whole time.
She leaves to tend the farm shortly afterwards but not before chatting in a low voice with Emily. "Um so you have noticed I don't have much of a waist. Unlike everyone else, including you," Bobbi finishes uncertainly.
"And this top makes the most of that," Emily reassures Bobbi. "You look great even with those Army Boots. Maybe especially with them, it makes a statement."
" 'I squish slimes.' " Bobbi announces softly, stomping left and right.
"And never clean their guts off," Emily finishes. "And I saw Abby looking at the top, maybe try a darker one tomorrow." Tomorrow:
"Maybe I could eat less cheese in the cavern." Bobbi muses to Emily afterwards. "Run around a bit more to try to avoid getting munched by serpents so much. Notice how much space everyone gives me as I arrive."
Ignoring the self-deprecating humor, Emily implores, "please don't tell me about serpents or I'll make you go to this beach every day instead of ever visiting that cavern again," with a concerned look on her face. "In any case I was chatting and Abigail wants 3 suits in black, dark purple and midnight blue. I also have orders from almost everyone else except Leah but I'm sure she'll come around once the Fall art season picks up."
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The green rain returns for a fourth year, a day or two later than previous years but it's still not clear what causes it. Bobbi remembers a book from her misspent youth about weather patterns or something traveling through space on rare occasion when a moon or asteroid got too close and decimating a planet.
Emily spent most of the day outside getting drenched all the way through and loving every second of it with a permanent wide smile on her face. Still pondering space weather, Bobbi thinks it's a lucky thing this does a little less decimation and a little more weedification to gather Fiber and Mixed Seeds for future endeavors:
62 Mixed Seeds is well over the 48 needed for the next seasonal transition of lazy farming and she already has what she needed anyway to keep Bombing on the first of each season, so this looks to be a success. The end of Fall will be the final test. Also having a green swimsuit ready for the rain event is a must.
Towards the end of the week Emily seemed to be in an even quirkier mood than usual and delivered Bobbi a gem:
"My sweet dear," Bobbi started, "Nobody could possibly expect to be as lucky as you with their hair."
"OK maybe except for Caroline."
"Oh, you asked for it!"
A higher than average number of stuffed Junimos were observed flying throughout the Farmhouse that day.
_____
One side effect of her increased visits to Ginger island to completely inconspicuously advertise swimwear to normal sized people was the extra time spent hiding in the farm area. Which eventually led Bobbi back to Mr. Qi's Nutcase Room to have a peek at the one thing in there not promoting his captive currency.
The Imperfection Tracker.
It seemed to track her imperfections fairly well though it seemed to ignore her recent couture choices. All well and good then. She'd been kind of using it as a guide to find out about things she'd been ignoring and it became clear that cooking was at the top, or really bottom of the list.
As a certified Lazy Farmer, Bobbi only got around to things when that getting became the most important thing to do, and that extended to selling anything other than wine and jelly and the occasional goat cheese. Figuring out what to sell was just too much work... so just sell nothing.
Which means the ingredients for cooking lotsa things were available, so she set to making the house smell... different at least. After being covered with enough ingredients and needing to copiously sample everything to ensure freshness, Bobbi would eventually getfull bored and moved on to simply shipping one of everything. So much easier than making value decisions between selling kale and goat eggs. The goats lay eggs, right? Hm, gotta check the autograbber to confirm...
By the end of the third week, the stupid Tracker thing that had wormed it's way into the Bobbibrain was displaying:
Hm, not sure what to think but it's easiest just to continue and see where things fall next week...
Yes, I'm as shocked as you are.
Anyway, better to break it out here and not clog up a more concise thread. Previous posts if you want any backstory:
Concise posts (easily skippable, a few personality nuggets here 'n there)
mid Winter, year 3
mid Winter, year 3 #2
late Winter, year 3
Spring week 2, year 4
Spring week 3, year 4
Oops, started writing stories here
Spring week 4, year 4
Summer week 1, year 4
________
Summer weeks 2 and 3
Week 2 of Summer 4 ends with rain, to nobody's surprise. Farmer Bobbi tries to keep her seat dry by sitting on it but instead that makes her skirt wetter which was really no good. As usual, Emily is smart enough to stay inside so Bobbi muses with the Frogs for a bit, avoiding...
Something or another.
The only sunny day that week was the Luau a few days earlier. This year Bobbi remembered a particularly excellent melon she'd been saving as opposed to the flawless spice berry she'd popped in the soup last year. She was sure that addition had been top notch and the Governor's less than stellar reaction was probably from... yeah something Sam tossed in as a joke. Maybe I can get Seb to tell me what it was, Bobbi thought.
Seeing Emily already there in full swing in time with the music, Bobbi walked up to ask, "Hey Emily, are your feet jealous of Robin's yet?" A smirk crept across Bobbi's face. "I may be small but I still make a big impression on your toes when dancing."
Temporarily snapped out of her dance zone, Emily lost the beat for a second but recovered like a pro and responded with,
Bobbi laughed as she turned away towards the food, knowing her reputation on the dance floor. "Have fun, you're safe for now!" Bobbi called as she planned her dessert attack.
Still feeling much like an overstuffed turkey the following day, Bobbi was surprised when Emily handed her a dark seafoam green Island Bikini Top and asked her to try it on, following with, "Have you come up with an idea for the shop yet?"
"Uh... well, nooo..." Bobbi stammered, taking the jewel-toned top from Emily. "Um, the house windows aren't all that big and nobody really walks out all this way to visit." Bobbi's brain was catching up now. "And and there aren't any unoccupied storefronts in town so we kind of don't have a great location for this shop idea." That's a lot of waffling and we haven't even had breakfast yet, Bobbi thought. "Lemme get this right on so you can see it!" Ooo, good save!
"I remember when a certain single Farmer would occasionally ride through town wearing a grass skirt and a top made from 2 coconut halves and not much else," Emily reminisced, gazing to infinity over Bobbi's shoulder for a few seconds as she showed her the outfit. "That particular Farmer really caught my eye." Emily's eyes landed squarely on Bobbi.
"Uh, yes that top was, is! a good one but well, I've put on a bit of... baby weight so maybe something else would look better?" Bobbi replied, taken off guard.
"Baby weight!" Emily exclaimed. "We adopted our kids or did you forget?!" Emily pinched Bobbi a bit around the midsection. "Baby weight, this stuff? I see you take like 2 pounds of cheese when you go adventuring in that cavern in the Desert." Another pinch. "Did you put it all right here?" Poke and pinch! Bobbi is giggling and trying to squirm away from tickly fingers. But Emily's not done, her voice raising a bit, "...the cavern that Sandy warned me in no uncertain terms never to enter because it's too dangerous." Bobbi found herself engulfed by a big hug.
"It's fine, Skull Cavern's fiiiine, the cheese is super helpful, you've seen all the shiny gems I get from there," Bobbi justifies. "I even found that Autopetter there. I mean can you imagine?" A couple of little Bobbi laughs as they disengage. "Heh, someone just drops one of those there and I totally find it!" Quickly changing the subject back, Bobbi continues, "and anyway I was worried about all the adoption stuff and worry makes me eat ice cream. Ever since I got that recipe, well, heh I've got a weakness for that stuff..." Bobbi trails off making yummy sounds.
Big smile, not too cheesy. Hopefully. Lots of teeth and maybe eyebrows slightly too raised.
Emily reaches out to adjust Bobbi's straps, "Well I think you look very well-proportioned in that top and I have an idea how we can start our advertising." She's all business now having done some mental planning. "You can wear a different one each day you go to Ginger island. You're always there tending that other family of yours."
"What, I don't--!" Bobbi starts with raised eyebrows, voice rising but catches herself too late.
Emily smiles. "Gotcha, teddy bear. Anyway I already have the ladies penciled in to visit twice this week. You pick which ones you want."
"How about just you and nobody else?" Split second pause and Bobbi adds, "Maybe add Abby." Eyebrows raised in mock hope.
"No you silly, pick which top-- OK har har, you got me." Bobbi is bouncing on her toes with a big smile now. "Just say 'Hi' and be yourself and afterwards run off to your farm like usual before the weeds consume it and mutate into a giant SciFi monster, OK?"
"Aww, no parading obviously in front of all the other ladies and getting you jealous?" Bobbi walks around exaggeratedly, drawing her hands down her sides with a flourish, taking longer strides to extend her legs back. "Well, what fun is it going to be for me then?!" Bobbi finishes, looking upwards, giggling with an upstretched palm towards the ceiling in some mock-marble statue pose. And losing her balance, almost falling over but catching herself awkwardly.
"Ooo yeah those moves will get the suits flying off the shelves!" Emily says with an almost straight face, turning towards the sewing room. "I'll get to work double time to keep up with demand."
_____
The next day, there is a soft >bamf< as a farmer appears out of thin air at the top of the beach at Ginger Island, cautiously peering towards the shore and the people there. 6 young women and nobody else, whew! Bobbi chats with everyone as she's very good friends with all and maybe notices them evaluating her choice of swimwear which is unusual for this farmer, but nobody says anything specifically about it.
Probably because Haley was asleep the whole time.
She leaves to tend the farm shortly afterwards but not before chatting in a low voice with Emily. "Um so you have noticed I don't have much of a waist. Unlike everyone else, including you," Bobbi finishes uncertainly.
"And this top makes the most of that," Emily reassures Bobbi. "You look great even with those Army Boots. Maybe especially with them, it makes a statement."
" 'I squish slimes.' " Bobbi announces softly, stomping left and right.
"And never clean their guts off," Emily finishes. "And I saw Abby looking at the top, maybe try a darker one tomorrow." Tomorrow:
"Maybe I could eat less cheese in the cavern." Bobbi muses to Emily afterwards. "Run around a bit more to try to avoid getting munched by serpents so much. Notice how much space everyone gives me as I arrive."
Ignoring the self-deprecating humor, Emily implores, "please don't tell me about serpents or I'll make you go to this beach every day instead of ever visiting that cavern again," with a concerned look on her face. "In any case I was chatting and Abigail wants 3 suits in black, dark purple and midnight blue. I also have orders from almost everyone else except Leah but I'm sure she'll come around once the Fall art season picks up."
_____
The green rain returns for a fourth year, a day or two later than previous years but it's still not clear what causes it. Bobbi remembers a book from her misspent youth about weather patterns or something traveling through space on rare occasion when a moon or asteroid got too close and decimating a planet.
Emily spent most of the day outside getting drenched all the way through and loving every second of it with a permanent wide smile on her face. Still pondering space weather, Bobbi thinks it's a lucky thing this does a little less decimation and a little more weedification to gather Fiber and Mixed Seeds for future endeavors:
62 Mixed Seeds is well over the 48 needed for the next seasonal transition of lazy farming and she already has what she needed anyway to keep Bombing on the first of each season, so this looks to be a success. The end of Fall will be the final test. Also having a green swimsuit ready for the rain event is a must.
Towards the end of the week Emily seemed to be in an even quirkier mood than usual and delivered Bobbi a gem:
"My sweet dear," Bobbi started, "Nobody could possibly expect to be as lucky as you with their hair."
"OK maybe except for Caroline."
"Oh, you asked for it!"
A higher than average number of stuffed Junimos were observed flying throughout the Farmhouse that day.
_____
One side effect of her increased visits to Ginger island to completely inconspicuously advertise swimwear to normal sized people was the extra time spent hiding in the farm area. Which eventually led Bobbi back to Mr. Qi's Nutcase Room to have a peek at the one thing in there not promoting his captive currency.
The Imperfection Tracker.
It seemed to track her imperfections fairly well though it seemed to ignore her recent couture choices. All well and good then. She'd been kind of using it as a guide to find out about things she'd been ignoring and it became clear that cooking was at the top, or really bottom of the list.
As a certified Lazy Farmer, Bobbi only got around to things when that getting became the most important thing to do, and that extended to selling anything other than wine and jelly and the occasional goat cheese. Figuring out what to sell was just too much work... so just sell nothing.
Which means the ingredients for cooking lotsa things were available, so she set to making the house smell... different at least. After being covered with enough ingredients and needing to copiously sample everything to ensure freshness, Bobbi would eventually get
By the end of the third week, the stupid Tracker thing that had wormed it's way into the Bobbibrain was displaying:
Hm, not sure what to think but it's easiest just to continue and see where things fall next week...
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