Meanwhile, back at the house, Greg took it upon himself to teach Lane how to speak. His intentions were sound, but it was likely that Eliza wouldn't have approved of the content of the lessons.
Pudding: *dreams about Greg buying cat food*
Back at the stylist's, Eliza's makeover was finished. Happy with the results, she paid and stepped out into the winter chill.
The moon was full tonight, for the first time since the night of Lane's birth. He felt his skin prickle as he looked up at the large orb in the sky, his breath frosting out in front of him as he breathed.
Sorry for Eliza's crazy outfit-switching going on here. I think she went through everyday, outerwear and formal(I have no idea why, maybe she wanted to impress Christopher?) in the space of a few sim-hours.