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L: Olive had no further intercourse with spirits that she did not completely control; and it was always said of her that she knew how to keep Christmas well, if any sim did!
E: She knew a lot things unknown to other sims.
E&L: A Merry Christmas to all those who survive; may they never, ever find the bodies.
E: She became as good a friend, as good an employer, and as good a Sim as Strangetown ever knew.
L: Some sims laughed to see the change in her; and Olive let them laugh. She never, ever forgot a face, and that was enough for her.
L: Olive was better than her word. She did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tycho -
E: - who did not die -
L: - she was a real and doting grandmother.
O: And Dr. Curious?
P: Yes, Director? I mean, Olive?
O: Next year I expect to see those streamers back up!
O: Congratulations, Dr. Curious. I know you’ll do nothing but good with the money.
And I hope, that it some small way, this will help soothe any hurt I’ve done you - or your, ahem, family.
P: This will mean a great deal to all of us, Director.
O: Please, Dr. Curious. I’d like you to call me Olive.
O: Is that the only reason for you to get to work on time?
P: No, of course not, but -
O: I suppose you were making merry last night? I suppose you think you have a good reason to make merry?
P: Actually, I -
O: Well, you do! Because I’ve decided to see you get all the funding you need for your medical research. I’ll have everything in order by February at the latest.
P: What? I - Director Specter, that’s -
P: falalala la la -
O: You’re late, Dr. Curious.
P: Gah! D-Director? D-did we have an appointment?
O: . . . I don’t have all day.
Op: Of course not, Auntie! Please, come in!
O: Delighted. I brought wine. I wasn't sure Jenny'd have anything drinkable.
Op: That’s . . . kind of you, Auntie.
Op: Aunt Olive? You're here! And you're wearing . . . not black?
O: Oh damn, you've seen through my cunning disguise. I do own other colors, Ophelia.
May I come in? Or has my invitation already expired?
Op: Don’t worry, Jenny, I’ll get it!
O: Absolutely no visible bloodstains. Good.
*bbzzzzz*
O: . . . I know something about that baker. His wife comes in to the hospital with unexplained injuries. Last year when she broke her arm, the bakery had to shut down for a month and half because she was the one doing all the work.
I don’t like that baker. Tell him I’ll give him a hundred bucks if he and his delivery girl bring the gingerbread house here so I can look it over before she delivers it. And I’ll give you five dollars, okay?
J: Um, sure, Mrs. Specter? Okay!
O: Do it discretely and I’ll make it ten.
J: What’s ‘discretely’ mean?
O: Make sure no one sees you. I want my order to be a surprise.
O: Child -
J: Joanna.
O: Child, do you know if the baker’s sold that gingerbread mansion in the window?
J: The one with the swan lake and the sugar windows and the chocolate shingles? I think it’s still there. I don’t know how they’re gonna move it; it’s almost as big as me! Jeremy says he hopes they’ll let everyone come in and take a bit each.
O: It’s a pleasure to talk with you, my dear. Listen, go and tell the baker I want to buy it. Tell him I - wait.
O: Then the spirits did it all in one night! Of coooourse they did! They can do aaaaaannythiiiiing! Hello!
J: H-hello? Are you being sarcastic about something, Mrs. Specter?
O: I can’t imagine why you’d think that.
O: Child, what day is today?
J: Uh, it’s Christmas Day, Mrs. Specter? And my name’s Joanna.
O: Child! Stop right there!
?: S-sorry?