Parsons moved out with Maureen soon after engagement. They had a private wedding somewhere in the mountains, which the rest of the family was not invited to.
"I don't like mountains, anyway," Toadie grumbles.
"You've been saying that every morning for a week, dear," says Loppy.
Also: Leftover goopy carbonara for breakfast. Sounds great.
"I don't like mountains, anyway," Toadie grumbles.
"You've been saying that every morning for a week, dear," says Loppy.
Also: Leftover goopy carbonara for breakfast. Sounds great.
Despite her age, Toadie is still plugging along at her science career... and her garden.
Here's a full-length shot of her new old person clothes. Aren't they adorable?
And her iconic grumpy face has only gotten better with age.
With Parsons gone, Percival now has only himself to play against in chess. Loppy keeps him company, though, and reads a book sopping wet. I can't remember why.
Toadie begrudgingly mops up his mess.
The last of Toadie's sanity left with her youth. She's old now, and can't be bothered to put clothes back on after a shower.
Loppy doesn't seem to mind. Percival pretends not to notice.
Loppy doesn't seem to mind. Percival pretends not to notice.
Percival is totally pumped about his birthday!!
Viola! A full-grown heir!
He's even got his mother's grumpy face. Lovely.
He invites Darla-Juliana over that night and proposes to her in his swim trunks. She doesn't even blink at the oddity and accepts, thus proving she truly is the best woman for him, the insane heir of the Brine legacy.
She's even excited about it!
And she even gives Percival some flowers in return, the sweetheart.
Darla-Juliana's young adult mugshot, in her all her cute-weird glory.
They decide to get married on the beach under starlight, privately. Percival says it's much more intimate that way.
Meet Andrea Gnash, the boy who chose to do his homework on the beach the same night Percival and Darla-Juliana were getting married. This is why you don't wait until Sunday night, kids.
Have a good night, Andrea Gnash.