New Goals for Hitch Legacy Generation 7
NOTE: In order to avoid things I’ve already done or found boring, as from this generation, I will choose the goals myself except marital status and the number of children.
Preston: Where are we? I never knew sims could live in a swamp. And is this snow? I mean, is it possible you see snow in a swamp?
Dunder: Shut up, it’s my home.
Preston: Isn’t this a marriage fraud? She’s obviously lived deep in a jungle and even has unbelievably small savings.

Well, this family has never accumulated more than 50,000 simoleons.
Preston: This isn’t what I expected.
Although he was disappointed, Preston loved Dunder so much that he “decided to stay” ;)
Marcus: What are you doing at my desk?
Preston: OMG! I’m so honored to meet you, sir!
Marcus: I’m pleased to see you in person, too. You know The Bachelorette was a very popular show in heaven, too. Congratulation on your wedding, son. And if your future mother-in-law acts like a bitch again, do what I tell you.
Preston: H-H-Hello… long time no see, ma’am.
Bonita: Who are you? Oh, aren’t you the one who was trying to flirt with me….
Preston: What?! No way I did that!
Preston: Would you allow me to marry your daughter?
Bonita: Hmm, let’s see. What’s your career level and LTW?
Preston: Don’t worry about making money. I’ll be transferred to Twinbrook LLamas soon. And I know how much you love mixology. I promise I will be always willing to offer my tongue for taste-testing!
Bonita: Really? Okay then. You can marry her.
Bonita: I don’t wanna waste even a second. Let’s start testing. Don’t worry and just drink it up! I am almost level 7 in mixology, you know.
Preston: YUCK!!
Bonita: Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t put ‘that’ in it. Let’s try again.
The gnomes living in the house seem to really love Bonita. Especially the creepy Gnome of Invention.
Preston: Umm? What is that familiar silhouette?
Beanie: What are you looking at? Come here and carry my luggage. I’m exhausted after such a long flight from Arkham.
Preston: M-M-Mother, what are you doing here?

Beanie: What are you saying, son? What mom on earth would want to miss her son’s wedding?
Bonita: What?! Is she gonna stay here? Urgh, I’m never good at entertaining guests.
Beanie: Hello, you are Dunder’s mother, right? Would you want some brownie I brought? And don’t worry about me while I’m here. I’ll keep quiet :D
