Beau was used to coming home from work finding a surprise from Frances in the bedroom, but this surprise was obviously not intentionally planned.
“I knew Mayhew said you haven’t left the room since he came here, but you haven’t even changed out of your robe.”
“Sorry. I haven’t been able to keep any food down all day. I thought it was best to just take it easy.” Frances gives the pouty face he’s been training himself on. Not his best work, but Beau knows better to harshly judge a sick person.
“Huh,” Beau places a hand on his husband’s forehead, “no fever. But you’re still feeling pukey?”
“That word’s so disgusting, I’m even more nauseated.”
“Sorry, sorry. Let me get next to you.”
Beau climbs onto the other side of the bed, careful not to breathe in any ‘sickie air.’
“Did you eat?” He asks. “You need to have something in you!”
“Of course I ate!”
“What? Soup? Crackers?”
“… A schnitzel sundae.”
The man who finds the word ‘pukey’ disgusting was eating ice cream and schnitzel? Together? Sometimes Beau just does not understand Frances at all.
“No wonder you’re sick! You’re eating weird food that’s obviously not very good for you! Here I thought you were carrying the plague. Just change your eating habits.”
“But it sounded so good when I opened the fridge…”
The Sims of San Myshuno 