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To the old and new readers of the Cobbler Rainbowcy,

Welcome all! If you recall, I’m Vanilla Cobbler, the founder of the Cobbler Rainbowcy. It’s been quite some time since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it? Since our absence, many occurrences have happened to my husband Apple and I.

A few years ago I moved to Sunset Valley to pursue a life in which I could marry anyone my heart desired. I met Apple shortly after I moved in. We were married and had four handsome sons. My decedents spanned for six generation. Then, according to my creator, our files were lost, completely wiping out my family’s existence. Determined not to lose hope, my creator gave Apple and I another chance. You may recall about a year ago Apple and I moved to Riverview ready to start again.

During our stay we had fur more children, two boys and two girls. Sadly, this was not meant to be. My creator spoke of something called a corrupt file. I don’t know what that exactly means, but Apple and I went to bed one night and when we woke the next morning we were in a new neighborhood with no children. We weren’t in Moonlight Falls for very long until Riverview called us back.

While in Riverview (again) we had three children; Honeycomb, Strawberry, and Cherry. Before I give you information about our three children, I’d like to say that we didn’t stay in Riverview very long. We have finally (seriously, finally) settled in the gorgeous Monte Vista. My creator has assured me that my family and our future generations will be living here. Right, onto our children.

Honeycomb was our first child. She was always a smart girl. Her grades were always high and there was constantly a spark of interest glittering in her eyes.Screenshot-203

After graduating high school, Honeycomb attended University to earn a degree in Technology. Although she spent most of her time studying she did meet her husband at the Student Union. 1


Honeycomb and Carrot married shortly after their college graduation.


They have one son named Mandarin and a newborn girl by the name of Fawn.


Our third child was a boy we named Cherry.


Like his sister, Cherry was extremely intelligent, albeit absent minded. He was always at the top of his class and would have a terrible time dragging him away from the chess set. Once graduating from high school, Cherry decided to skip out on University and instead enrolled in the police academy. He is currently working towards becoming a secret agent and is expecting his first child with his high school sweetheart, Acai.61

Strawberry is our eldest son and the heir to the Cobbler legacy.


At a young age, Apple and I knew that our little boy was different. He could spend hours talking to his stuffed animals and on countless occasions I would have to scold him for wandering over to the neighbor’s yard pretending to be a dog. As he grew, Strawberry’s uniqueness grew as well. He spent hour after hours at the chemistry table we bought Honeycomb for her birthday, attempting to mix a potion that would bring one of his stuffed animals to life.

Sounds crazy, right? Can you imagine our shock when he actually achieved his goal? Yes, although it’s beyond our comprehension, Strawberry successfully turned his childhood toy into a real, teenaged sim.

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In fact, he even turned his brother’s stuffed toy into a real sim as well.


This occurred a few weeks before Strawberry graduated from high school. So for a few weeks we had four teenage boys in the house.


I’ve lost count of how many whoopee cushions I ended up sitting on. After Strawberry’s and Pal’s graduation, they enrolled in University.


However, after one semester Strawberry decided that University was not for him. He decided not to complete his degree. He is currently working towards his dream of becoming a Master Magician.


Strawberry continues to surprise us; he has been working terribly hard on becoming a top Magician. He leaves the house just after the sun rises and returns home completely exhausted hours later after spending all day performing for tips. He is very concentrated on his work, but he set aside time to marry his high school sweetheart, Clementine.

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They currently have two beautiful little girls; Pumpkin and Honeysuckle.

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Although my family has been through many hardships, we have persevered through everything that my Sim Goddess has thrown at us (a/n: not intentionally, mind you!). I believe it’s safe to say that we are here to stay. Thank you all for sticking around! My family, Sim Goddess, and I truly appreciate it.


With love,

Vanilla Cobbler



Mirrors can be windows to the soul. A sheet of glass can show you who are or what you want to see. Apple leaned closer to the simple mirror to inspect his reflection once more. A long red finger dipped into an indentation of a newly formed wrinkle at the left side of his mouth. His eyes widened showing off the wrinkles on his forehead and stretching out the crow’s feet framing his eyes.

“I’m old!” he gasped.

Vanilla strolled into the bathroom with Honeycomb on her hip. Apple watched her through the mirror still in shock at his revelation.

“Good morning, muffin.” She greeted grabbing a wash rag from the linen closet.

“Good? How can mornings be good when my face is sagging over my eyes?”

Vanilla looked at him incredulously; “What in the world are you talking about/”

Apple turned away from the mirror, moved his face inches from hers and pointed to the winkle on his face, “This is what I’m talking about. This-this wrinkle! Oh man, a wrinkle. Vanilla I’m old! I’m an old man with three kids,” he gazed to the ceiling, “Oh Watcher, what have I done wrong?”

Vanilla took a good look at her husband she had been married to for almost twenty years. He was healthy, he was fit, he was a solid provider and an excellent father; what did he see that was so catastrophic?

“Apple, stop this right now. You are not an old man. You are the father of three children who adore you more than anything in the entire world. We all get older, wrinkles are lift. In fact,” she reached out to turn his head slightly, “that single wrinkle that has gotten you so upset, makes you look distinguished; pretty hot for an old man.”

Apple looked at Vanilla with wide eyes as she gave him a quick kiss; “That’s supposed to make me feel better about getting older? Our oldest is a teenager and our youngest is about to start school. Oh, and my wrinkles make me look distinguished? I got news for you sister, if I’m an old man, you’re becoming an old woman. I’ll see you in the prune juice section.” He stormed out of the bathroom in a huff.

Vanilla looked at Honeycomb in disbelief. Over the next few months, Apple had tried endlessly to feel younger. He began to expand his athletic knowledge by taking up martial arts.

He also embarked on using an old telescope. Although he didn’t discover any new objects, Apple found that peeping on the neighbors to be much more fascinating…

…and sometimes frightening.

Before coming to term with his middle age, Apple even tried to join some online social medias; such as Simbook.


“Everything okay, babe?” Vanilla asked after hearing her husband face-plant the keyboard.

“That’s it; I’m over this entire internet. I joined Simbook while ago, I have about 100 friends and all I get are invites to something called “LlamaVille”, what is that? I’m done; even my own kids won’t accept my friend requests.”

Vanilla walked over to Apple to wrap her arms around his shoulders in reassurance. Apple began to type furiously.

“I have come to realize that middle age is a good thing,” he read as he typed, “Please do not send me anymore LlamaVille requests or I’ll knock you over the head with my cane.” He sat back in his chair, triumphant. Apple reread his status; something was still missing, “Hey ‘Nilla, how do the kids type the smiley faces?”

Vanilla laughed as she snuggled into his neck; “I haven’t the faintest idea.”

“Eww, why are you guys so gross?” Cherry groaned walking in on his parents kissing.

Apple and Vanilla giggled as Cherry sat down to turn on the television.

“Cherry, how do make the smiley faces on the computer?”

Without turning away from the television screen Cherry replied; “Sorry dad, Strawberry told me I wasn’t allowed to tell you how to do things on the computer.”

“I thought your mother and I told you not to listen to your brother?” Apple responded quirking a rusty red eyebrow.

Cherry turned around to face his father; “Dad, how come Strawberry and Honeycomb got those dolls in the mail and I didn’t?”

Apple looked to his wife for help, but Vanilla stubbornly kept her eyes on the television; “I-I don’t know, kiddo.”

“Oh, okay.” Cherry slumped back down onto the couch, crestfallen.

Vanilla turned to look at Apple then to her sullen son. She was secretly overjoyed that Cherry hadn’t received one of those odd dolls in the mail, but she couldn’t stand for one of her children to be so upset.

“Cherry, please don’t feel upset. You know how your father and I feel about those dolls…”

“I know mom,” he interrupted, “its okay. Hey dad, do you want to play catch?”

“Sure thing, Cherry.”


Finally, a semi-regular update! This is a bit shorter than usual; bare with me, I need to get back into writing these things. I’m stuck in writing essay mode :p.  I’m finally on my two week break and not having to worry about schoolwork for a short period of time is complete bliss. I’m planning on getting a decent amount of chapters out before my break is done (which, coincidently, ends the day Supernatural comes out).

Speaking of Supernatural, I plan on starting the Sorbet family in the new town. (I lost their save files when my laptop died back in January). I’m super escatic for Supernatural especially since I saw that EA is bringing back Bonehilda! Remember her from the Sims 1? 🙂

Thanks for reading and happy simming 🙂

Vanilla gazed around their tiny kitchen table; her plate of food practically untouched. First she looked at her husband. Apple was munching greedily on leftover peanut butter and jelly. A few stranded crumbs clung to the scruff on his chin. She resisted the urge to wipe them away. Vanilla then turned her gaze to Strawberry. He was chewing on a piece of an anchovy sushi roll which had taken her almost half an hour to persuade him to try. She saw a piece of his red hair resting on his forehead; again she resisted the urge to comb it away. She sighed happily; she loved her little expanding family.

Little Cherry had joined the family late one night almost two years ago. Vanilla leaned in her chair to get a better look at Cherry, who was playing with his blocks on the soft blue rug in the living room. She giggled softly when he tried to put the circle block into the square shaped hole. Confusion shadowed his tiny face as he tried again. She noticed that although Cherry had Apple’s coloring, his face was hers. She recognized her own stubbornness as Cherry continued to try to put the circle into the square hole once more. Vanilla saw Apple’s attention divert in mid bite when Cherry let out a frustrated cry. His shoulders lowered as the tension was relieved knowing that Cherry wasn’t in danger. He met Vanilla’s steely gaze and smiled. She smiled back. Yes, her family was perfect; yet she wanted another child.

“After lunch can Puzzle and I play make-believe with Cherry?” Strawberry’s voice came through Vanilla’s thoughts.


“Sure, Straw. Make sure you clean up your plate first.” Apple chimed in.

Vanilla watched Strawberry as he popped his last sushi roll into his mouth, cleared his plate, and then ran into his bedroom. Apple nudged her with his elbow.

“What’s up Nilla? You’ve been staring into space all afternoon.”

“I was just looking at each of my boys and I’ve noticed that you are the messiest of the three.” She smiled wiping the stray crumbs that were still stuck in his scruff.

Apple laughed; “Yeah, and what else? I could see the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours.”

“I want another baby.” She blurted.

Apple stared at her, quietly. He cleared his throat and answered; “There’s a baby on the living room floor.”

Vanilla smacked his shoulder with a smile; “That’s not what I meant, doofus.”

“Doofus,” he questioned incredulously, “I haven’t been called a doofus since grade school.”

“Apple, I’m serious. I love Strawberry and Cherry with all of my heart. I want another little one to give my love to.”

Apple searched his wife’s pale face.

“Come on, baby. Whaddya say? Besides, making a baby is always the best part.” She said with a nudge of his elbow.

Apple chuckled; “Can’t say I’m not found of that. Alright, we can have another baby.”

Vanilla let out a squeal of delight.

“Hey, maybe we can have a little Vanilla this time around.” Apple suggested helping Vanilla clean up the leftovers of lunch.

“I would love that, but I can’t control the baby’s gender. That’s all on you, big guy.”



“Wait, do I have to do something different? Like upside down?” he asked.

Vanilla burst out laughing; “I’m really tempted to tell you to go upside down. I would love to see you work that out, but no, you don’t have to do anything different.”

“Make way for King Strawberry and Prince Cherry!” they heard from the living room.

“Thankfully Strawberry is perfect with toddlers, right? He’s been very helpful since Cherry was born.” Apple remarked watching Strawberry parade his younger brother around the sofa.

Vanilla nodded in agreement, but she was too intent on imagining what their future children were going to look like.

“Um, Mom? I think Prince Cherry needs a new diaper.”

“Stinky!” Cherry laughed.

Vanilla’s third pregnancy turned out to be trickier than her last two. Jugging household chores, an active child,

“I got this badge for making a llama trip. Dad have you ever seen a llama?”

“No, son, I don’t believe I have.”

And a growing child completely exhausted her. Every spare second of downtime, she would gingerly plop herself down on the sofa and switch on the television. The droning sound of whatever was on at the time, helped Vanilla clear her mind for just a few minutes. Apple, who was still working hard at the military base, helped as much as he could. Like Vanilla, he spent most of his time outside of work taking care of the boys.

“Hey Strawberry?” Cherry asked as the brothers studied together.


“Are we still going to hang out once you go to high school?”

“Of course we are! I’m going to a new school not a new planet.” Strawberry assured his little brother. Cherry had just started attending elementary school. As a natural loner, he had tended to gravitate more towards his older brother than the children in his class.

“What am I supposed to do when you’re gone?” Cherry sulked.

“Make new friends. There’s a whole bunch of cool kids in your class.”

“They don’t like me.”

“How do you know? Have you ever talked to them at all? Come on, Cherry. You’re going to make loads of friends without me being there, trust me.” Strawberry persuaded.

“Fine,” Cherry grumbled slapping his notebook shut. A soft tinkling song drifted through the open kitchen window, “ice cream!” he exclaimed.

“Come on Honeycomb, Daddy has to go to work now.” Apple said carrying their daughter into the living where Vanilla and Strawberry were pillow fighting.

“Dad, don’t forget to come to my scout meeting tonight. It’s my last one!” Strawberry exclaimed before getting walloped on the head.

“Don’t worry, kiddo, we’ll all be there.” Apple replied setting Honeycomb down with a kiss on the forehead.

“Alright Straw, you better get ready for school. The bus will be here any minute. Will you make sure your brother is ready while I get your sister’s bottle ready?” Vanilla asked putting the pillows back on the couch.

“Sure Mom,” he answered darting towards Cherry’s room.

“See you later, babe.” Apple said giving Vanilla a kiss.

“Good bye, we’ll meet you at the school.” She replied grabbing a bottle out of the fridge.

A clamor of footsteps trampled out the front door when the school bus gave a beep. Vanilla called a good bye to her dashing boys. As she continued to prep Honeycomb’s bottle, she heard her daughter singing softly. Although Vanilla loved to hear her children playing, a frown pulled at her face.

Another mysterious doll appeared in their mailbox the day after Honeycomb was born. The package mimicked the parcel that arrived after Strawberry was born; no name of the sender, addressed to a newborn, and contained a doll only slightly different from Strawberry’s. Apple and Vanilla couldn’t understand why these dolls would arrive for two of their children. When they had tried to research these mysterious events, they couldn’t find any information about the strange dolls. She sighed with a shake of her head and continued to prepare the bottle.

Later that evening, the Cobblers headed to the elementary school to watch Strawberry ‘graduate’ from the boy scouts. While sitting in the auditorium watching the little scouts receive their certificates, Vanilla’s eyes started tearing. She was having difficulties comprehending that her little Strawberry was growing up. Apple noticed her sentimental tears and put his hand lovingly over hers.


Cherry snuck up the spiral staircase to his brother’s room. The door creaked slightly has he opened it slowly. He winced at the slight sound hoping that his brother wouldn’t wake up. An uninterrupted snore told him that Strawberry was still fast asleep. Cherry grabbed a discarded pillow from the floor and smacked his brother in the head.

“Wake up, bro! Breakfast is ready!”

Strawberry snorted in shock at the unpredicted attack; “Wha-?”

“Mom made waffles!” Cherry laughed with another blow to Strawberry’s face.

“You’re going down!”

*crickets chirping* Hi everyone! *tumble wheat passes* Oh boy, yeah it’s been almost a month since my last post. Same ol’ excuse different day, right? I’m going to try my hardest to update more regularly since everything is pretty much settled from the move. I hope you all are doing well, I’ve missed reading legacies and talking to you all :).

Thanks for reading and happy simming!













Sorry about this impromptu break I’m going to have to take (it’s already begun actually), but until this whole moving business is settled I won’t have too much energy to be writing out chapters. March was just atrocious and I have a feeling the rest of April isn’t going to go too much smoothly. I hope you all can understand and forgive me for this prolonged break. If you can’t, than tough nuggets! :D. Once everything has settled down, which will probably be closer to the end of May, I’ll be able to get back into playing and writing with the Cobblers and also catching up on reading legacies/stories/etc.

Talk to you all in about a month and half!

Gabrielle 🙂

The clock on the army green wall seemed to tick so slowly. Apple continue to stare at it; all the occupied his mind was Vanilla’s doctor’s appointment. He was half sick to his stomach; could she have gotten sick from leaving her hometown? What it Grayvilians weren’t supposed to leave? Did the minute hand just move backwards?

“Look alive Cobbler, the Sarge is coming down for a locker check before heading into a meeting.” One of Apple’s coworkers said sitting on the bench next to him.

“Is he in a good mood today?” Apple asked.

“No, some of the new recruits got caught sneaking in some nudie magazines this morning. Sargent Prude practically flipped his lid. I think the poor saps are still cleaning the latrines.”

Apple sighed; he was hoping that his boss was in a decent mood before asking to leave early. He stared at the clock once more; he needed to make it through the next four hours. Each hour passed painfully flow, especially after Apple’s superior inspected each and every locker. With Vanilla’s appointment weighing heavily on his mind, he had carelessly forgotten to refold his extra pair of fatigues. As a result Apple was spending the rest of his shift running laps around the groups. Needless to say, he was exhausted by the time he returned home. Vanilla was waiting for him outside as his carpool dropped him off.

“Vanilla, please tell me you have good news! I haven’t endangered your life by brining you here?”

“Everything is fine, Apple. I do have some big news for you though.” She smiled.


She nodded; “We’re going to have a baby.”

Apple’s eyes widened while his mouth dropped open in shock; “Are you serious? ‘Nilla this is fantastic!” he exclaimed hugging and kissing her.


He immediately leaned down to Vanilla’s growing belly; “Hello little one, this is Daddy.”

Vanilla laughed as she protruded her belly a little more to bring the tiny soul growing inside her to Apple’s ear.

“This baby is going to have a great childhood,” Apple began as they went inside; “No he’ll have the greatest; the best of everything!”


Apple look at her; “Oh, well I mean he or she.”

Vanilla shook her head with a smile as she listened to her husband’s excited chatter.

“We have more than enough of money for a crib. We may even have enough to build a nursery.” He went on. His blood red eyes gleamed at the idea of the near future.

“Hold on a minute, honey. Let’s just calm down a bit, we have plenty of time to get ready for this baby.”

“What if it’s twins or—or triplets!” Apple exclaimed.

“Okay, okay, okay. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. We’re going to take this one day at a time.” Vanilla insisted happily.

As the months passed, Vanilla’s belly grew as each day ended. When she wasn’t at work, Melvin insisted that she spend her days relaxing, she was in the garden.

Her garden was growing almost as fast as her belly.

When she wasn’t in the garden or at the inventing table, she was in front of the ice cream truck.

“More cravings, eh Mrs. Cobbler?” the driver, Blue, chuckled.

“No time for pleasantries, Blue. I’ll take one of those pink sprinkly cones.” Vanilla smiled.

After paying Blue, Vanilla gazed at the swirling pink ice cream cone topped with multi colored sprinkles.

“You, my frozen friend, look decadent.”

“Mmm, sprinkles.”

It wasn’t long after the nursery had been completed that Vanilla started to feel the sharp pangs of labor.

Thankfully Apple had been home from work. Despite being completely ecstatic about finally giving birth to their first child, Vanilla was scared. She was scared at the actual birthing procedure. She knew that it was going to be a painful experience, but she was more worried about the baby’s safety. Studying the huge pile of baby books they had acquired mentally prepared her for what would be going on with her body during birth, but what about the baby?

Vanilla let Apple lead her to the car, she was almost in a trance; lost within her paranoid thoughts. It seemed like they arrived at the hospital in a blink. Suddenly, they were standing outside the large glass doors.

“Ready?” Apple asked softly. Vanilla had his hand in a solid death grip. He was clutching their hospital suitcase just as tight.

A wave of pain clouded Vanilla’s gray eyes. This baby was coming whether she was ready or not.

“I’m ready. Let’s go have a baby.”

A surprisingly short time later, Vanilla and Apple welcomed a bouncing baby boy into their small family.

“Welcome home, Strawberry.”


Strawberry is back! ❤ His looks are completely different from my first attempt. In fact, he originally had black hair 0_0. I have no idea where the black hair and purple eye combo came from. He’ll be up in the Cobbler downloads evenually. 🙂

Thanks for reading and happy simming! 🙂











Yikes, it’s been awhile. Life has been a bit crazy since my last update. Same old song and dance; school, school, and more school. I actually have the pictures for the rest of this generation, but there are just some days where I am just strung out. My fingers and brain do not want to coroporate enough to type out a new chapter. Anywho, enough with the excuses! Here’s a short chapter (sorry it’s so short! I have a bit of a headache :/) to tide you all over until I can get a proper one posted 🙂

“Drink up, little saplings.” Vanilla smiled as she poured a stream of crystal blue water over her sprouting garden. She had just completed her second week at the science facility. Melvin had welcomed her warmly the Monday after they had met in the library. He had advised her to take an interest in gardening to aid her in advancing in their career.

“Once you’ve gained a certain amount of familiarity in gardening,” he had explained, “the top researchers will ask you to grow some of the ‘experimental’ seeds.”

“What are experimental seeds?”

“They are seeds which our top scientists have been testing on. I heard a rumor years back that one researcher that planted one of the experimental seeds grew a money tree. A money tree!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Every time the tree was ready to be harvested little sacks of money would appear. Boy, could I use a money tree.”

Vanilla had nodded in agreement. She had thought about how hard she and Apple were working just to make ends meet.

Vanilla had also taken up inventing,

In an attempt to learn everything there was about her new world, she found that inventing kept her knowledge growing. There were many times that Vanilla would head to the dump by the science facility to pick up some scrap before making her way back home.

The Cobbler’s lives were not all work and no play.  On the days they had off, when Apple wasn’t working out or when Vanilla wasn’t gardening or inventing, they did venture out on the town to have some fun.

“Nilla, come look at this parrot! He’s awesome. Hey there little guy, squawk, squawk!”

(a/n: fun fact, this picture of Apple is totally my desktop background :3)


“I can’t believe that you dragged me to catch butterflies.” Apple moaned.

“Oh knock it off; catching butterflies doesn’t make you less of a man.” Vanilla laughed holding out her hand for the fluttering creatures to land on.

“I hope none of my army buddies see me.” He mumbled looking around the park to confirm that he and Vanilla were the only ones in the park.

Vanilla smacked Apple’s chest lightly; “If you don’t want to catch butterflies then just relax. It’s wonderfully quiet here.”

Apple walked through a group of butterflies towards a bench; “Oh!” he exclaimed.

Vanilla turned at the sound of her husband’s surprised outburst.

“I thought you weren’t going to catch the girly butterflies.” She teased.

Apple shot her a look with a frown; “Hey there little buddy.” He held out his hand and waited for the butterfly to join the others.

“I believe they’re mistaking you for one of them. You do have the same coloring, sweetheart.” Vanilla noted watching the butterflies twirl around.

Apple gazed at the tiny creatures with a small smile; “Now I really hope that none of the guys see me as the Poppa Butterfly.”

She giggled before giving him a quick peck on the cheek; “Okay Poppa Butterfly, lets head home before the boys see you.”

As the weeks passed their meager savings account was steadily increasing. Both Apple and Vanilla were climbing in their career ladders. Life was pleasant, until one morning where the small utopia was interrupted.


Vanilla slumped down on the cold bathroom floor. She couldn’t remember the last time she had vomited. A soft knock on the door made her move her head very slightly in the direction of the door.

“Vanilla, are you alright? I couldn’t help but hear…” Apple trailed off.

“I’m not feeling well, Apple.” She began as another wave of nausea hit her senses causing her eyes to shut, “You can come in and get ready, but I need to stay here for a little while.”

Apple opened the bathroom door, he felt horrible for his wife. He killed him to see her in pain when there was nothing he could do for her especially since his carpool was on its way; “Why don’t I take off and we’ll go to the doctor?” he suggested as Vanilla’s face disappeared into the toilet bowl.

“No, you know we need the money. I’ll make an appointment for the doctor this morning.” She answered grabbing a bottle of mouthwash.

“Are you sure, my supervisor won’t mind if I-“

“Seriously Apple, it’s okay. I’ll let you know how my appointment goes when you get home.”





The first morning in their new house was surprisingly normal. Vanilla woke up to an empty, cool spot next to her. She stretched luxuriously, mentally preparing herself for the first day of her new life. She heard the clanking of pans in the kitchen, with a smile she got dressed then headed out of the bedroom to see what Apple was whipping up for breakfast.

Vanilla spotted Apple going to lick his mixing spoon; “So, what’s for breakfast.” She asked casually hiding a smug smile. Apple was always grimacing when she would occasionally lick her plate completely clean.

Apple paused just as the tip of his tongue touched the batter filled spoon.

“Um, waffles.”

She swiped some batter off the spoon with her finger; “Tastes yummy.”

Vanilla giggled as she picked up the folded newspaper sitting on the kitchen table.

“What time must you be at work?” Apple heard Vanilla inquire, her voice somewhat muffled from behind the newspaper.

“Around nine.” He answered putting the tray of waffles in the oven.

“Have you decided what you want to do now that you’re a Riverviewian?”

“There’s an ad in the paper about some job openings at the science facility. I’d love to check those out. I want to learn as much as I can about your wonderful colors.” Vanilla explained.

“The colors are yours now too.” He smiled setting a plate of waffles on the table in front of his wife.

They ate contentedly. Apple watched as Vanilla’s eyes widened at the sight of the fluffy golden pancakes and the sticky amber syrup.

“Even the food is in color!” she exclaimed.

“Yep, everything’s in color here, even you Nilla. You’ve got the cutest little gray butt I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey now.” Vanilla blushed.

A car horn blasted outside.

“Carpool’s here. I’ll see you later, hun.” Apple said kissing Vanilla goodbye.

“Have a good day at work.”

Apple quickly changed into his uniform before heading outside. As the morning sunlight hit his face, its warming glow made him smile. Life here was going to be good for Vanilla and good for him as well. Vanilla waved as Apple’s carpool drove him to the military base. She looked around their empty house. This was going to be her first day in Riverview, her new home and she had a full day of exploring to do.

“Eh, what the heck.” She shrugged grabbing her empty breakfast plate.

“Slurp, slurp, omnomnom. Heehee .”

One of Vanilla’s first exploration stops was the local public library. She as surprised at the small crowd inside, each sim hosted a small amount of color. Although not as colorful as Apple, she thought they were beautiful in their own unique way.

“Good afternoon, young lady. I haven’t seen you around town before, have you just moved in?”

Vanilla was slightly taken aback; the Grayvillans were definitely not as friendly; “Um, yes. My husband and I are new to the neighborhood.” She answered.

“How exciting, I’m Melvin Taft and on behalf of the neighborhood, welcome to Riverview.”

“Oh, thank you so much. My name is Vanilla Cobbler. My husband, Apple, works at the military base.” She smiled warmly.

Vanilla spent a good deal of time talking with Melvin. He divulged her in the neighborhood’s secrets, landmarks, and popular venues. She was impressed at his vast knowledge about his home town, but her interest really peeked when he mentioned that he worked at the science facility.

“I saw in the newspaper that there were some job openings there. Do you think I could apply?” she asked shyly.

“My dear, you have allowed me to take up a few hours of your time. Since I’ve got a decent amount of leeway, you may start tomorrow if you’re available.”

“You mean I got–? Shouldn’t I at least apply first?” She stammered wide eyed.

“Bring in your resume tomorrow so I have on file, but other than that you are more than qualified for the open positions.” Melvin smiled.

Vanilla said goodbye to Melvin and left the library in a fantastic mood. She decided to head to one of the sights that Melvin had suggested; the fish hatchery.

As Vanilla cast her line, she was still attempting to process what had just happened. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, she had been nervous about her new life. Now she had successfully made a new friend and had been hired for a position that she had been interested in.

As she reeled in a tiny minnow, her cell phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered releasing the tiny minnow back into the pond.

“Hey Nilla, want to go out on the town tonight? Some of my coworkers suggested a great place to go for some nighttime fun. “ Apple asked.

“That sounds fun; do you want me to meet you there?”

“Sounds great, see you there.”

“The trick to this game is making sure the puck travels in a completely straight line.” Apple explained lining up his shot as best as he could.

Vanilla giggled; “You have no idea what you’re talking about, do you?”

Apple pushed his puck with ease; “Show me what you got, then we’ll see if I know what you’re talking about.”

Vanilla repeated Apple’s movements. Her puck slid seamlessly across the wooden board and knocked Apple’s puck. She turned to her husband, grinning; “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about, love.”

After a round of some drinks and a plate of nachos, Apple took Vanilla out to the deck to show her the stars. As they sat down on the cool cement floor, Apple gazed as Vanilla’s profile as she gazed up at the night sky.

Vanilla started when she felt Apple’s large, warm hand cover her own. She kissed his nose affectionately. She stared at the contrast of their hands; hers was so plain in comparison to his.

“Are the stars different here?” she heard him ask.

“No.” she replied looking up in the sky again; “To be honest, I was sort of hoping that the stars here would be different colors.”

“Eh, sometimes the most beautiful things don’t have color.” Apple told her lightly squeezing her hand.








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