The Lee Legacy 7.3 homg.
RECAP:
Ogbar Lee, son of Kaylynn and Cedar, is not eligible for heir. (BOO.)
Abigail Lee, shaved-head daughter of Kaylynn and Cedar, is definitely eligible for heiress!
Izamar Lee, daughter of Marion and Cedar, is eligible for heiress.
Marcel Lee, son of Marion and Cedar, is eligible for heir.
Moved the Lee Legacy family into Leeny’s Townhouses, then I furnished them with shameful lack of skill.
Abigail Lee: “I AM IN THIS KITCHEN YET THERE IS NO FOOD IN THIS MOUTH.”
Abigail Lee: “Buhh, this does not make sense to me.”
Marcel Lee: “Hey do you want to play with my boat and maybe I could play with your horse how does that sound hey can we hey hey-“
Izamar Lee: “Uhm, no. This is my horse.”
Pretty children!
Pedobear would be proud, I’d say.
Marcel Lee: “We’ve hit some breakers, Cap’n! Fasten your life jackets, people!”
Man, Marcel, I love your drippy drop-dollop of a nose so much. It really makes him, don’t you think?
Marcel Lee: “To heck with the orchestra! Let them sink with the ship!”
Izamar Lee: *winces*
Izamar Lee: “I am not impressed with your antics, brother. An orchestra is a very cultured thing to be treasured.”
Abigail Lee: “Please? Anybody? Why is the food in my fridge not in my mouth?”
She seems tough enough to weather a game of dodgeball out, I think, wouldn't you?
Omfg, Abigail, you are such a girl!
Thanks, little miss Glass-bone Lee, for costing us a fortune in medical expenses.
Cedar: “Is that a wrinkle?”
What, old age sinking in now, Cedar?
“Maybe it’s just a freckle.”
Oh, don’t worry about it; laugh lines are sexy.
“I hope it’s just a freckle.”
Well, you do have a million of them. You should know by now what’s a freckle and what’s not.
“I AM NOT ENJOYING LIFE.”
Well, keep not eating and you won’t have to not enjoy it much longer.
“THIS IS WORSE THAN THE INEDIBLE FOOD IN THE KITCHEN!”
Oh, you and Tantalus must go way back, huh? You poor thing--
you poor, stupid thing.
You really are your mother’s daughter.
RIP KAYLYNN LEE NEVER FORGET.
She figured it out…
relatively quickly.
Key word being relatively.
Izamar Lee: “I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, seventh generation heiress of the Lee Legacy-Izamar Lee.”
Izamar Lee: “AND IIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUU-OOOH-OOOH.”
Marion Lee: “Yeah well, even with a mother’s love, I think you might need to find a new hobby. Like, now please.”
Izamar Lee: “Oh, Oggie, you believe in me, right?!”
Ogbar: “Of course! You are a superstar, Izamar!”
Izamar Lee: “A superstar?”
Ogbar: “A superstar!”
Ogbar: “Speaking of superstars, look at this here superstar stud. Ohhh yeah, that’s right.”
A regular stud muffin there.
EAT YOUR HEART OUT.
I am enthralled with this boy’s nose, seriously.
Does whispering sweet-nothings into your lover’s ear still constitute as whispering if it’s done IN FRONT OF A MICROPHONE?
Izamar Lee: “Mom! Mom! Guess what!”
Izamar Lee: “YOUR DAUGHTER, IZAMAR LEE, IS A WONDER CHILD.”
Marion: “Psht child please, that is old news.”
Abigail Lee: “NOOGIES, BOOGIES, BLOOD 'N' GUTS! HAHA.”
Cutie Black-haired Teen: “Can…can I move? Far away from Abigail? Please?”
Ogbar: “Make any sudden movements and she’ll be on you like a rabid badger.”
CBHT: “WHAT?”
So maybe Marion is a vacant, vapid-headed loopy kind of mother,
but then she goes and warms my heart by doing this kind of thing with the kids.
Too cute!
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NEW APARTMENT: Excuse the lack of furnishing; CleanInstaller decided it didn’t like most of its beautiful, gorgeous content. Sigh.
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Abigail: “You’re my favourite!”
Mr. Red: “Now purse your lips for me, honey. Good, good: I see some definition in those delicately flushed cheek bones. Turn your head just a slight, would you?”
Uhm, excuse me? Why are you checking out my sweet sim-child, Izzy, Mr. Red?
Mr. Red: *SNIFF SNIFF* “Ah, the adolescent musk! So innocent and untouched by any vestiges of hormonal odors.”
Izamar Lee: "...Nice jacket."
His lip-nose connective area is a bit off, but you know he’s actually quite cute,
AND he’s a red head!
So what if he’s a little creepy?
Hey! Look! It’s totally a tan clone of Goopy!
Izamar Lee: “WHAT’S LUBE?”
“Gordon”? You are obviously Goopy-reincarnate, rest in peace his cheating dirty ashy soul!
Izamar Lee: “LUUUUBE.”
Cedar! Oh, Cedar, you’re home! Good, now go address this clearly perverse situation as a father would naturally do so!
Cedar Lee: “He’s a red head! Leave it to Izzy to snag a red head.”
WHY ARE YOU NOT INTERFERING ON YOUR DAUGHTER’S BEHALF?
Cedar Lee: “What the-just because I support your endeavors of introducing recessive genes into the Lee legacy doesn’t mean we’re cool like that.”
No wonder the kid seeks out men-friend, very…affectionate men-friend.
One of these days, I am going to throw one of these into the mix.
Whatchya up to, Abby?
Abigail Lee: “Chin…ups….huff huff.”
Oh, that’s good. What’re you up to, count-wise?
Abigail Lee: “Huff huff…Half!”
You did half a set of one hundred with those skinny arms?!
Abigail Lee: “Half….huff…a chin…huff huff…up.”
Oh. It figures. Well, keep up the …effort.
I am so tired of Ogbar being cute, damnit.
Hahahaha, oh jesus.
Hello, Elder Cedar Lee!
Abigail Lee: “Izamar, why are you interrupting my intense process of cooking dinner?! My homemade ragu pasta sauce needs to BREATHE.”
Abigail Lee: "Ragu!"
MAYBE THIS IS WHY IZAMAR WAS INTERRUPTING THE INTENSE PROCESS OF COOKING DINNER.
MAYBE.
I give your synchronized jumping a 9 out of 10.
BOO.
But Cedar’s right foot is like 20 degrees wonky!
HEIRESS COMPETITION FACE OFF.
Please note the subtle differences in profile.
Izamar Lee, you are like a Suzanne Sommers with a severe tan…
AND I LOVE IT.