Calling your Sister and Lunch plans

Since the changes won’t take effect until Merry sleeps and you can’t gain any more exp, you decide to call your sister. She is one year older than you.

Ring, Ring.

“Hello, Annabell!” your sister chipperly greets you.

“Hi, Olivia. What are you up to?”

“Nothing, I just got done talking to mom.”

Mom also had us young and is still a spry 46. Our father, on the other hand, is long gone. The age difference wasn’t legal even back then. But his family was wealthy, and he is a big reason why we can live an easy life.

“How is she doing?” you ask with a smile.

“She’s doing great. In fact, she says that she’s planning on renovating the Greek estate.”

You shake your head and respond, “that one she inherited from grandma? That place is overgrown and just ruins.”

You can hear the shrug in Olivia’s voice, “yeah, but they will mark it as a historic site if it’s cleaned up and renovated.”

“I know she loves history, but she always said it was too big of a job,” you remind Olivia with a cocked head.

“She said we could help since our kids are adults now,” Olivia flatly states.

“That’s…”

“Yeah, I told her, but. Aren’t your kids going to a state university?”

“You heard that, huh?”

“What are you going to do?” your sister asks worriedly.

“I’m working on it. I still hope to convince them.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

“So why did you call?” Olivia asks.

“Well, I wondered if you wanted to eat lunch together.”

“Is that alright? Jessica will need to come too.”

“That’s fine.”

“If you say so. We’ll come over in an hour, then?”

“Sounds good. Bye,” you finish.

“bye.”

Merry and Jessica don’t see eye to eye. You don’t know why they don’t get along. Tiffany and Jessica don’t have a problem. They are the same age, all born in January. Conceived by the same boy on the same day, they are actually half-sisters.

Hopefully, you can repair their relationship with the family management app. You will register your sister and niece during lunch, and tonight you will do your best to level up Tiffany. With this in mind, you start preparing for lunch.

You observe the array of half-prepared food. Once Olivia and Jessica arrive, you will all finish preparing together as a family. As you’re scheming, you hear the door open.

“We're here,” Olivia calls. There’s no need to ring the doorbell between sisters. Actually, you’re also neighbors, as they live next door.

You scamper over to Olivia, wearing a pair of long jeans and a t-shirt. You used to wear similar clothes when you were a kid, but you changed your attire once you had kids. You hug each other tightly with a smile. Olivia's hands seemed a bit low, getting a handful of your butt. You ignore this, though. She often touches places without thinking. She's so absent-minded, you think.

Jessica is wearing her school uniform. She has toned muscles from doing judo. It was a massive fight with the old principal. Wrestling had already been denied due to the outfit. But judo has martial arts wear that covers up the whole body. Women wearing pants was considered revolutionary in the school.

As you grip your sister, you hear Merry scuffle behind you. “Mom, you didn’t tell me they were coming over!”

“They are family. Why does it matter when they come?” you question. As five seconds expire, you jerk away from the pain. While Olivia also flinches, she doesn’t pay it any mind.

Jessica smirks and teases, “she probably didn’t think you’d be so lazy to still be in your pajamas at this time.”

Merry blushes and rushes to her room. As she goes, Olivia says, “don’t worry, Merry, it’s just pajamas were family.”

You pull Olivia’s and Jessica’s hands toward the countertop. “I set it up so we can finish together,” you explain.

Olivia swings your arm and responds, “that’s a great idea.”

Jessica nods. “We should make meals for each other.”

“Oh, a swap,” You ask with wide eyes. “That sounds like a great idea.”

Olivia looks past you at her daughter and sternly tells her, “no pranks.”

“Alright,” Jessica says sheepishly.

You pull your hand away when you are shocked. “What was that?” Jessica complains.

“I don’t know,” you say. “Let’s get started.”

The setup is hamburgers, so as long as no one purposefully puts something strange in, they should come out good. As you start putting onions and other additives into your meat, Merry returns in her school uniform.

As Merry joins you, Jessica gives a mischievous smile. “This is actually to help Merry, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” Merry responds defensively with her hands on her hips.

“Didn’t you barely pass home ec?” Jessica mocks.

Merry pouts with a blush. “The teacher just didn’t understand my pallet.”

“Oh yeah, the world is wrong,” Jesica retorts, rolling her eyes.

You jump in, “now, now, we all like different things.”

Jessica opens her mouth but is interrupted by her mom, “less talking, more cooking.”

“Alright,” the girls intone, and we soon have lunch ready.