“Thanks for coming over. You know best about this stuff, after all.”
“Oh, you flatter too much. Now where’s our purple young man?”
“That’s me! Am I a real live alien yet?”
“A-ha-ha!”
“What’s so funny, Grandpa?”
“Jill, you called me just for this?”
“What are you talking about?”
“If you had said periwinkle-lavender and glitter I’d have answered you more easily! Your son’s fine!”
“What are you talking about? He’s got purple on his face!”
“I’m sure that must have been shocking, yes, but back home in Sixam, this is as common as they come! It’s just a case of… Oh darn, I can’t remember what the word back home was, but it translates literally to ‘periwinkle.’”
“’Periwinkle?’”
“A childhood illness of sorts. It’s not contagious and only affects aliens. Probably was attached to a spaceship and ended up here. He might be a little sluggish for a while, but it’s summer vacation and he can certainly afford an extra nap or two, right?”
“So… will he be purple forever?”
“No, no. Although back when I was a child, there was a fad where colony drones actively tried keeping the purple on, but it never quite worked out. It should be gone in a few days, maybe even sooner since the bug had to have come a long way to get here. Just don’t panic, okay?”
“Oh, thank the watcher!”
Charlie: “Aw, but I wanna be purple forever!”
The Sims of San Myshuno 