Nicholas: Shh! Don't tell anyone. I snuck her over to the wedding arch!
Nick, you don't talk to the reader. I do.
Nicholas: Who's reading this?
/sigh
Thought I'd leave this screenshot as-is. Yes, a beautiful ceremony... as the groom yawns and the bride complains of having low fun. Oh, and how nice they got married on neighborhood brawl day.
Note to self: They're married.
Nicholas: Wedding sushi is my favorite.
Serena: Junk! Get your junk here! C'mon, you know you want this crap! I even found a blob of mud, I mean clay! Come buy my junk!
Nicholas: I love your junk, babe.
*dies*
Final exam time! No idea how she did, but here are her classes for the next semester:
And Nick gets another promotion! I guess he's not good enough to be a sergeant major. >.>
And here's the promised baby-->toddler pic! She gets a makeover. I'm happy she got the red hair.
Shame about that overbite, though.
Maybe I'll call her Bucky.
Here's a not-so-great pic of her after the makeover.
Christina: Moon!
I guess that's her first word.
Nicholas: No, kiddo. Let's keep our diaper on, okay?
Wow, Nick is really flying up the ladder!
Medals. Duh.
WHAT? What the plum was I thinking? Hopefully this is just me checking to make sure she
isn't. She's never going to finish her degree at this point.
Serena: I win because
I'm the one in the debate jacket. Ha!
I think it's more that your argument was stronger.
Serena: Nope. It's all about the fashion.
Speaking of fashion, check out Father Winter back there.
Nicholas: It's because he's jealous of my name.
GASP! I'm caught up on my screenshots! This means I get to play!
Next time: I haven't a clue.
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