Layla had been the Executive Chef of the Little Corsican Bistro for ages. As she grew older, the work became more and more familiar, and it took very little effort to keep the restaurant at the quality it had become known for. Layla began to wonder why she was even bothering to show up for work. She wasn’t getting any younger. She should have retired a long time ago. What kept her coming back?
She did something she’d never done before. She called her boss, the owner of the restaurant, out to meet her outside of work hours.
“I don’t think the bistro needs me anymore,” Layla confessed. “I was thinking of retiring.”
“Of course you can if you want to,” the director admitted, “but I see just the opposite. You have real culinary genius, and if you let yourself apply it, you could take us places we’ve never been before.”
Layla thought about those words overnight, and in the morning she’d made her decision. She sat down and designed a menu that wove the cuisine of her childhood with the bistro’s usual fare. Italian-Egyptian fusion.
Sunset Valley was bowled over. Little Corsican Bistro made national, then international reviews.
Layla was a celebrated 5-star chef.
Her boss had been right. She had more potential than she’d ever expressed. And now that it was expressed, she felt at peace. She’d really done all there was to do in the culinary arts.
She made the call and retired from the bistro.
Lancelot was delighted. He’d never had a proper job, and he’d never really understood her desire to have a career. Now that she’d set it aside, he was eager to enjoy all the extra time together.
They celebrated in proper fashion.
Fabian helped her celebrate by fixing a breakfast she had no need to help with.
Layla felt so free she could sing. There were all sorts of new skills and hobbies to explore in her retirement.
To start with, she took a writing class and sat down to write her memoirs.
All was right in the Sample household. Zahra and Fabian were reconnecting.
Charles finally made the honor roll! Being visible didn’t hurt a bit.
“Hey Granddad,” Ada called to Lancelot after school one day. “I’ve been writing some adventure fiction. Could you take a look?”
“Absolutely, my girl!” Lance crowed, his chest puffed out that his expertise was called for.
And that’s when the tingling sensation washed over him.
It was a warm, fluffy feeling, almost like flying.
Lancelot Sample’s time had finally come.
Surrounded by his family, he said his goodbyes.
“Don’t cry,” he tried to tell them. “It’s actually kind of fun!”
But he was already past speaking. They’d have to figure it out on their own.
Without regret, and proud of all he left behind, Lancelot passed into the Netherworld.
(Woo! Lancelot died at the age of 104 with ~260 happiness points. Even though Susie was the founder, I spent most of her lifetime figuring out how to play the game. Lance has been with me for a long time, and it’s hard to imagine playing the legacy without him. I looked up how long a Vegetarian can live, and it’s up to 15 days longer than normal sims, so I was starting to warm up to the idea of him getting to hold his great-grandchild. In the end, he didn’t make it nearly that far, and not even as crazy long as some Vegetarians. I read in someone else’s legacy of a Veggie who lived to be 111!
I’m gonna miss you, Lance.)
Goodbye, Lancelot 🙁 It's really sad to see him go. He really has been forever!
forgot a word, sorry: has been AROUND
Awwww… RIP Lance! He lived a full life, though, and had great adventures!
I was so sorry to see him go. On the other hand, I'd been thinking since he turned 98, WHY AREN'T YOU DEAD ALREADY? Ha!
I know that thought…. 😀
I recommend that if you're playing a legacy, avoid the Vegetarian trait if you possibly can :).
The Samples will never be the same w/o Lance.
BUT- I'm sure they can be just as good, just different.
I will miss him, though.
Lancelot had a great life, it was time for him to set on yet another adventure! 🙂
I hope Charles as the heir to the next generation will continue where his grandpa left… more adventures, please 😉