Happy Birthday, Galahad!
Galahad had his birthday today, about an hour ago. Now he's all growed up! So now he gets a picspam post aaaaallll to himself because I may have gotten a little bit carried away with taking pictures of him.
"Do I gotta have a picspam post, Narrator-girl? Can't someone else have one instead?"
'Fraid not, kiddo. The people want you, so they get you. Besides, you're cute.
"Am I?"
Yes!
"..."
"Hey! I caught a fish!"
And you got an A+.
"Fish are cooler."
"Are we meant to be dancing like this, Galahad?"
"Well, Narrator-girl told us to, Tessa. 'Sides - you're glowing. Nothing bad ever glows."
"Narrator-girl! Stop reading my diary!"
I'm not!
"Were too! I saw you looking over my shoulder!"
Hush you. Anyway, it's time to put that down and go blow out your candles. It's about time we showed the world what you grow up to be.
"I have a cake!"
"So... how do I look?"
Very good. Now how about you tell everyone what your aspiration and lifetime want is?
"Okay! I'm a romance sim! And I'm going to go to all the cool parties and become a Professional Party Guest and it's gonna be awesome!"
And I wish you the best of luck with that, especially with how shy you are. It might be a bit of a struggle for you.
"Hey, you're kinda cute. Do you want to go out sometime?"
"Sorry, you're not my type."
"W-what?"
"I prefer blondes."
"B-but - but -"
"Hey! That man had a cowboy hat!"