These Days

“When I said that I wanted you to come over and help me with that pasture fence, Sawyer, I didn’t mean you couldn’t eat breakfast first. Especially as we may not even get out to do it, if it doesn’t stop thundering.” Jarrett said to Sawyer. “We haven’t even eaten yet, and I know we’re up before M’lord ever deems to step a foot out of bed.”

“Oh, am I in time for breakfast?” The teenager sounded hopeful.

“Aye, but…” Nessa couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Would you like some breakfast, Sawyer?” Nessa asked, already adding more fruit to the pile to be sliced.

“Aye! Er, please, if it’s not any inconvenience, Lady Nessa.” He added the last bit sounding a bit shamefaced.

“Did I miss something?” Jarrett asked.

“I’m fairly certain that Sawyer came over before breakfast because he was hoping to join us for breakfast.” Nessa said. “In case you hadn’t noticed, he’s here for breakfast every morning I’m supposed to be cooking it.” There was the sound of a shoe scuffing against the floor. Ah the sounds of a teenager finding out that he was not as clever as he thought he was. Nessa smiled to herself.

It was amazing how much she was doing that! The first few times that she had smiled for no reason other than enjoying herself or the company of people around her, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from reaching up to touch her mouth, it had felt so odd for her face to move that way.

“Oh, and why don’t you ever come when it’s my turn to be cooking?” Jarrett asked, that mild teasing tone in his voice that it took often with Sawyer. He had a whole catalog of different tones with Sawyer, Nessa sometimes wondered if either of them knew about it. There was no way to ask without potentially embarrassing them both and men could be so touchy about showing affection to each other.

“Well,” Sawyer admitted to the table. “While your porridge is better than Alistair’s, it’s still porridge. And it’s always porridge, the only thing to change is what you stir into it. Lady Nessa never makes the same breakfast twice in a week.”


“An’ I can get porridge at home without having to get up early to be over here with the birds.” Sawyer’s shoes scuffed again on the floor. “Maybe you should get Lady Nessa to teach you to cook something other than porridge.”

“So you can come for breakfast everyday? What happened to being here with the birds?” Jarrett asked. “Next thing I know, you’ll be asking us to start sleeping later.”

“Nah, I know that’s not happening–Is that that spiced fruit salad.” Sawyer asked as Nessa laid the plates down in front of them.


“What’s that word of Lady Peyton’s? Awesomething?”

“Awesome.” Nessa corrected before sitting down with her own plat of fruit salad. Sawyer wasted no time in tucking into the fruit salad, and as such, he was finished with his portion before Nessa and Jarrett had  gotten a quarter into their portions.

“Did you even taste it?” Jarrett asked.

“Aye, and it was wonderful, Lady Nessa.” Sawyer smiled that disarming smile at her.

“Thank you, Sawyer.”

“Maybe I should ask you to teach M’lord to cook.” Sawyer mused.

“But do we really want to trust that man with a knife?” Nessa asked blandly. “I don’t really want to be in the same room with him and any item that requires trust.”

“A point.” Sawyer laughed.

“Well, lad, seeing as you’re done already, we could use some more firewood from the dry pile out back.” Jarrett suggested with an eyebrow up.

“Aye, Jarrett.” Sawyer picked up his plate and fork and went to the sink to wash them both.

“Well, for pushy teenaged guests who eat you out of house and home, at least he’s a polite one.” Nessa commented as she saw his black spikes of hair heading down the back stairs.

“Aye. He’s a good kid.” Jarrett agreed. Nessa nodded and turned her attention to her fruit salad. The only sound then being the immediate sounds of eating and the less immediate sound of rain splatting on the windows with a distant underscore of snarling thunder.

She noticed gold light playing through the windows, bathing the house in a warmer than sunlight glow.

“What the f…?” Nessa murmured, then cut herself off with a gasp and held very still as she heard Jarrett turn. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“Nessa?” Jarrett asked, sounding concerned, not angry as she tried to will herself into remembering how she breathed. Mitch had hated it when she swore. Oh, he could cuss out a nun, but if she said “shit” instead of “sugar” when she stubbed her toe…

“What’s that?” She asked, pointed at the undulating golden light.

“Oh, I–uh I dunno.” Jarrett said, turning back toward the sink to peer out the window. Nessa buried her face in her hands and told her body that it did not need to pump out any more adrenaline, thank you very much. She had enough to last her until after lunch at best. “I think it’s something King Lachlan did.”

“Why’s that?” Nessa asked.

“Because he’s coming up the walk now?”

“Oh, sugar!” She scrambled to her feet, feeling the dress get caught around her feet and legs. There were days when she wished that she were more like Peyton in her ability to keep to a conviction. But–well–she just wasn’t. Mitch had harped about how she looked like a man too much anyway. Too tall, too lanky, too few of those womanly curves. When both men and women wore jeans, it didn’t matter if she wore jeans too, but here, women wore dresses. Her need to conform overrode her desire to be comfortable and move.

Nessa took a moment to smooth her skirts–and not so incidentally wipe the sweat off her palms–before calling up a smile and opening the door. Following in the wake of Lachlan was a blonde woman with a ready smile and quizzical eyes.

“Good morning, Lady Nessa.” King Lachlan said, his lips curling up into that soft smile of his. “Sorry to call so early.”

“Nah, we were up.” Nessa stepped back out of the way. “Come in, won’t you?”

“Heyla, Jarrett, rain’s stopped. You wanna go get to that fence before it starts raining again?” Sawyer called from the back door before Lachlan could introduce the blonde.

“Aye. If, if that’s not a problem, your majesty.” Jarrett looked at the king–or more at the king’s kneecaps. He never seemed to meet the king’s eyes, which Nessa wondered briefly why was. The king certainly wasn’t an intimidating man. But then again, Tate didn’t either. Maybe it was a class thing.

“No, go ahead, though it shouldn’t rain for a while. I don’t mind the occasional spring shower, they’re good for the crops, but we’ve been getting a bit too many spring showers. I just directed this one off toward a forest area that could use it.” The king smiled. “I just brought Lady Olivia by wondering if–as Lady’s Kennedy’s barn is a bit crowded at the moment, we could use your spare bedroom.”

“I could move back to the other barn, your majesty, if you need more room.” Sawyer volunteered.

“No, I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Sawyer, though thank you. As Lady Tiffany pointed out there are spare rooms in all of the cottages, save Master Blake’s. If we make use of those spare rooms, then we’ll have plenty of space.” Lachlan said.

“That’s fine, you’re welcome to our spare room–if-if that’s okay with Jarrett of course…” Nessa said, before her eyes slid to Jarrett. He hadn’t blown up at her yet, but if there was one thing guaranteed to set Mitch off, it had been ‘emasculating him’ in front of other men, usually by making a decision without consulting him.

“That’s fine with me as well.” Jarrett said with a smile.

“Welcome to Shadowcrest, Lady Olivia.” Sawyer bowed formally over her hand. She smiled and swatted him on the arm.

“Lady Olivia, your majesty.” Jarrett said with a crooked little smile, inclining his head to Olivia and bowing lowly to the king. “So tell me,” Jarrett murmured as they moved past the King toward the open door. “Did you volunteer to move back to the barn just to get away from Alistair?”

“Wouldn’t you?” Sawyer said blandly. Jarrett’s response was too low for Nessa to make out, but he nudged the teenager with his elbow his face somewhat stern.

“Nice?” Sawyer responded. “If you put all the times Alistair’s been less than a git to the both of us together, you still wouldn’t have accumulated a half second of ‘nice’.” Nessa lifted her hands to cover her mouth. Partially because she could agree.

Not long after, Lachlan tendered his regrets at having to leave and headed off to his previously scheduled kingly duties or whatever he did. The two women tended the garden in comfortable silence, then Nessa did the laundry leaving Olivia to wish outloud for a laundromat.

A hundred chores took the two of them to midafternoon. “So, what’s for dinner?” Olivia asked.

“Fish–again.” Nessa didn’t bother stifling a sigh.

“Frequently?” Olivia asked.

“Yep. It only costs time and there’s a lot of it.” Olivia nodded. “Not to say that I don’t like fish, just I ran out of new recipes for it three weeks ago. So I’ll admit to looking forward to Sunday when it’s roast or venison or anything but fish.”

“Let me try.” Olivia laughed. Nessa looked at her. “No, really. I promise, I’m not a bad cook.” Nessa nodded and got the fish out of the cold larder handing it to the woman. If the way she handled herself in the kitchen was any indication, she was probably a lot better cook than just not bad.

Nessa watched as she mixed spices together, her brows drawing in slightly. “Trust.” Olivia said, extending a placating hand. Nessa shook her head and said nothing. But trust certainly was easier to come by when the fish hit the pan on the hearth and filling the cottage with in moments with a heavenly aroma.

“Mmmm, that smells good!” Sawyer said.

“Is that your way of asking if you can stay for supper as well?” Jarrett laughed.

“Nah, well–,” Sawyer inhaled a deep breath. “if you were offering.” Olivia laughed.

“Wash your hands, there’s plenty.” The blonde said nodding toward the sink. “And this is almost ready.” In the time it took the three of them to get washed up and sat at the table, Olivia had the fish on plates and delivered all four to the table with a professionalism that bespoke of waitressing in her background.

“This is… wonderful, Lady Olivia.” Sawyer said.

“Uh oh, if the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, Jolene might have competition.” Nessa teased. Sawyer blushed and dropped his eyes. Nessa had to agree, wonderful almost didn’t seem adequate as the tender fish melted on her tongue, the spices she’d looked in askance at earlier melding together like a symphony in her mouth.

“Nah, I’m not a homewrecker. Is Jolene your girl, then, Sawyer?”

“Well…” Sawyer blushed again.

“He’d certainly like her to be. Jarrett tells me he’s worshiped at her feet since she arrived last year.” Nessa said with a laugh.

“You didn’t have to put it quite that way.” Sawyer’s flush deepened to a painful eggplant hue.

“What are friends for  if not to tell embarrassing stories about you.” Jarrett interjected. “This is wonderful, though, Lady Olivia.”

“Just Olivia, or Liv if you’d rather. If you keep saying lady, I’ll probably keep looking around for who you’re talking to.” Olivia said. “And thank you, I’d hope after ten years of working in kitchens I’d figured something out.” She smiled with a faint bit of pain in her eyes. “I’d hoped, at least–some day down the road–that I’d be able to open my own restaurant, but…”

“Well, maybe you can. Lady Tiffany can build you one.” Sawyer offered. “At least if we can pull her away from the King’s castle.”

“That easy, hmm?” Olivia quirked her brow.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

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6 Responses to These Days

  1. Morgaine2005 says:

    I’m actually kind of with … um, whoever said that last line. (Sawyer?) Why wouldn’t it be that easy in Shadowcrest? Olivia can cook. People in Shadowcrest ought to get sick of cooking for themselves all the time. Tiffany can build a restaurant. Everybody will want a treat every now and then. :) And between everybody coming now and then — and possibly Olivia cooking on a regular basis for the nobles — that ought to keep Olivia hopping.

    Nessa and Jarrett are … interesting together. She’s still so afraid. :( But Jarrett has all the hurting-power of a teddy bear. I don’t think it would even occur to him to raise a hand to a woman, much less actually doing it. I mean, he never even beat up Alistair!

    And Sawyer is cute as always. Trust the teenager to scrounge a free meal!

    Lastly, Olivia’s face — oh my goodness! Are you sure she didn’t do modeling in her history? Even for a Sim of yours, she is incredibly pretty! :D

    • Andavri says:

      Yes, Sawyer said the last line, sorry that wasn’t clear. I just figured it made sense to me it should make sense to everyone, right? It probably would be that easy, it’s certainly something that Lock would see the use for. (He probably gets as sick of his own (or Tate’s) cooking as anyone else. Tate’s a lot of things, chef is not one of them.) But Olivia’s been in Shadowcrest for less than 24 hours. I don’t see her seeing how it could be that easy. Hey, we need X, someone has the skill and want to run it, let’s do it sounds a little too good to be true.

      I can’t imagine Jarrett ever hitting Nessa either. Although, I imagine that if he ever met Mitch/someone like Mitch he’d more resemble a grizzly than a teddy, but not to someone like Nessa. And if he’d been there when Alistair was bullying Tate, he might have done a little Alistair beating.

      But as you-via Arthur/Tommy’s memory of Arthur-said in the post from Tommy and Lynn’s honeymoon, “You can’t fix with one act of love what took years of hate to break.” The care and regard Nessa’s getting now can’t break the years of disregard and belittlement that Mitch heaped upon her. :-(

      She is rather pretty, isn’t she? I don’t think she probably modeled any, if for no other reason than she’s shortish and rather curvy rather than model-shaped.

      Thanks, Morgaine!

  2. Van says:

    Daaaamn, that Mitch bastard sure messed up poor Nessa. Is it too much to hope that some time after she’s gotten herself into a better place, he can somehow stumble into Shadowcrest and she can personally have him drawn and quartered? :D

    Olivia sounds interesting. And I’m with Morgaine about the restaurant idea. Especially since people are now breeding, they’re going to want to eat out every once in a while. And sure, maybe the population of Shadowcrest is still less than thirty people, but there’s always a chance that people from neighboring kingdoms might pass through and need to stop somewhere for a meal.

    Sawyer is adorable, as always. Just out of curiosity, what ages are you planning on using for your Sims’ transitions?

    • Andavri says:

      I have no intention at this point of putting Mitch in Shadowcrest, even for a messy painful death because I don’t want his grave in the hood. But I am looking for an appropriate death for him that Nessa can hear about at some later point in time. ;-)

      Sadly, we haven’t even gotten to some of the lowest things that Mitch did to Nessa. :-(

      And yes, I imagine a pub/inn will be useful when the borders of Shadowcrest are really open again. And yes, I imagine everyone would look forward to not having to cook, though food swapping and food in trade for goods and services have kept people from getting too burned out, there aren’t a lot of really creative cooks in Shadowcrest. Most people are probably like Nessa. “Fish again?”

      I’m wavering on the age transition. Sixteen is actually the majority in Shadowcrest, that’s the age when you can get married without needing your parent’s approval, where you can choose your own apprenticeship (provided you pay for it.) and where you start being tried, judicially, as an adult for certain crimes.

      However I think I may not age people up to adult until they hit 19. Although I’ve been looking at Hat’s age mod. I’m not sure about her lengths, though it would certainly be easier. So, Sawyer will be a teenager for at least another year if not two.

      Thanks, Van!

  3. jm.chandler says:

    I vote for a cute little restaurant too… who knows might turn into a nice little tavern or inn for people to have drinks and sleep should the occasion rise… And it might be a good idea with more people coming into Shadowcrest. Okay, so the lot of them right now are girls but it’ll be a booming place again… one day *crosses fingers*. LOL! And Sawyer is just too cute with all the blushing and being shy about his relationship with Jolene.

    Oh, and if I wanted to swat Mitch with a spiky bat last update, can I please oh please, upgrade the bat to something hrrmm… more… I don’t know, vicious? Is that bad? Really hope the guy gets what is coming to him. Poor Nessa. It looks like she’s healing some though with the good company of Jarrett, Sawyer, and the rest of the people in Shadowcrest, minus one “majesty.” I think Olivia is great so far and I see Jarrett’s new place really becoming a nice gathering place with all of them living in it, even if it might just be for a while. I like the chemistry they all seem to have, like they’re all meant to be friends, or at least that’s the vibe I’m getting right now. You never know when drama is going to rear its ugly head.

    • Andavri says:

      Sawyer is a charming little rascal, isn’t he? He’d probably be a little more confident about it if he were, well, confident about it. He’s still a bit worried that she might change her mind.

      Oh, Olivia’ll get her restaurant, I need one. I need some place for proposals and celebrations that wouldn’t be held at the church. It just depends on when I get it built. I’m shooting for over the season break.

      I couldn’t imagine, given the kind of people that Nessa and Jarrett are that their shared house wouldn’t be a warm comfortable place for most of the citizens of Shadowcrest. They’re both very kind giving people with an extra plate open. :-) I think there will be friendships out of this, and I think without much spoiler I can say that there’s no drama lurking amongst this particular group even in the far off plotting.

      Not say there won’t be drama. There will, most of the drama in the early part of season two will involve these four people in various ways, but it won’t be them at war with each other.

      Thanks, Lili!

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