It’s not all fun and games in the cheffing trade, I’ll have you know!
Mort and I laughed like hyenas when this happened to poor Herb at work and we saw what he looked like when he got home. Normally he wears a stylish white chef’s uniform and toque, complete with 5-star medal and shoulder detail. Presumably he has more than one in his closet… oh wait, he doesn’t have a closet (we’re cheap that way).
Meanwhile, Sunbeam Moonlight is trying desperately not to cave in to The Man and get at least a part-time job so she can pay the bills. Selling apples is fine, but low-income until they’re really good quality (which hers are not, yet). She’s also avoiding the alluring siren call of the materialistic pig — the game keeps trying to get me to buy her a TV or something else shiny for the house, but every time I’m close to caving in (more mood bonuses and whatnot) Sunbeam gives me this hippie look and I can’t do it. The next big purchase will be a guitar because, come on, every self-respecting flower child has to have a guitar; problem is, they’re $600 and for Sunbeam that’s a lot of money…