#feverfew

“Kids, please! This is the last thing we’re asking of you before you leave for university.” That was their very unimpressed father, Reginald Barber the Third, speaking for the entire Cambridge Barber clan standing subject to the teenagers’ constant slew of complaints.

Lillian snorted at his blatant lie. “Okay Dad, sure. Like we won’t be doing this same thing all over again tomorrow when the next generation of Barbers set foot on their own campus.”

“Daring to go where no Barber dare yet go: the financial aide office,” Reginald the Fourth mumbled to his sister, who giggled, though everyone heard him. Even the artist stifled some laughter.

“Reginald, honey, you know that’s not appropriate behaviour.” That was their golden-haired mother Camilla, who was also unimpressed but noticeably more polite.

“This was a stupid idea,” Reginald III cursed.

Reigning matriarch Sarah Barber barked back at her adult son, “Dammit, Reginald. Will you stand up straight? No wonder your children are wild, look at what they have for a role model.”

Lillian and Reginald IV snickered at Dad for getting swatted down by Grandma.

The artist, Vivian Catherine Rose, was only too happy to announce, “It’s finished.” The family’s bickering helped her work impossibly quickly and she took home a generous commission for her discrete service.

Once the painting was hung, Sarah stepped back and spoke for the family all crowding around it: “Ah, see? There it is, and isn’t it just perfect. This portrait is what makes it all worthwhile, seeing our family displayed so proudly. Don’t you agree, Reginald dear?”

Reginald III answered his mother with a noticeably distracted “Y-yeah” as his thoughts drowned out the reality around him.

Perhaps it was the painted permanence of the portrait that reminded the heir of his own budding power within the family. All his life Reginald III was told what to do and when, but one day soon, he realized in the brushstrokes of his father’s silver hair, Reginald the Third would determine the Barber legacy. He could choose to change everything or nothing, either way was following one of his grandfather’s or father’s footsteps.

He wondered what his father, Reginald the Second, thought about the aging changes. He had been mentally checked out for a while. Dad barely bothered keeping up appearances anymore. The son was sure that smile was painted on.

“Don’t mind your father,” Sarah said with a quick wave of her hand. “He’s always been quite aloof. I’m running things just fine without his help, and I have been for a while now.”

“So I’ve noticed,” Reginald III answered, crossing his arms. “Why did you consult on my children’s names without me, Mother? Are you trying to go above me?”

“Oh no, no, nothing like that.” She circled the rim of her wine glass with a fingertip. “An old habit, I suppose.”

“Aren’t you coming, Dad?” Lillian asked, with her brother Reginald IV watching their father’s reaction carefully beside her. The family was moving on to afternoon tea with or without Reginald III, apparently.

“You two go on ahead, I need to—meditate on some things.”

Feverfew is my love at first sight. The reason why I play The Sims 2. I like to pretend that my Sims in The Sims 3 have visit Feverfew by bringing souvenir posters from Feverfew.

Feverfew is a very charming British style village created by Criquette-was-here: Post

Feverfew posters and British Railways posters from Pinterest. All posters are in Simlish.

And of course, All textures/graphics credits belong to the original creator of Feverfew @criquette-was-here.

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Photo credit: Jonathan Chua.

Liquid Convalescence Value ●●○○○ ; Size ●○○○○ Surprisingly invigorating but only if you drink the entire liter of potion, often requiring a trip to the bathroom afterward. Contains blessed charcoal, centaury, feverfew, horehound, rosemary, fennel seed, sage, and bitter orange peel.