Emile came back from working as a podium polisher with news - he'd gotten a promotion. He's now a ballot counter. To relieve the stress of his day, he disappeared into the basement (which I haven't finished) and did some work on his dance moves.
Then went back upstairs and tried playing the guitar the CPBTK put in his room.
Finally, he had something to eat. I can tell he and Ainsley are going to get along, because he's eating her favorite meal - bread with jam.
Uh oh, I know this look. Down girl, you just met him. Hope she isn't heading for heartbreak again.
They managed to have a perfectly normal conversation without Ainsley mentioning Ameen even once. Good girl.
"Why are you staring at my boobs? I don't see anything interesting there."
Okay, so maybe it wasn't a perfectly *normal* conversation.
Ainsley got an award from the town for selling §25,000 worth of produce from her garden.
She's working her way up in the world, and her plant quality is showing it! She's got quite a few perfect plants.
Eye candy:
He even got all work and no play (lately) Ainsley to join in!
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