Walking home hand-in-hand last night.
Pea: I made you a Sim in my game!
Me: Are you a Sim too?
Pea: Yes! You have a purple shirt and jeans and your exact shoes! Plus you are a scientist! Mine has a grey and black striped sweater. We haven’t met yet.
Me: Sounds perfect!
Pea: I’m unemployed. Right now I’m gardening. This is exactly what an unemployed Pea would do…
Me: So will we get together?
Pea: Yes, but it will take a while. But then we will get married!
We walk a while more.
Me: I am a little worried… You don’t have a great track record with your computer game wives… either you murder them, or they die as bystanders, or you abandon them.
Pea: I would never murder you!! I gave you the cutest face! And eyebrows! Really, the only normal-looking eyebrows.
Pea later shows me the game on his tablet. He has also given me slightly gigantic boobs, despite my moderate-to-modest rack. He swears there were not that many options, and, from the size of his Sim’s booty, I believe him.