Ron was a normal guy, though boring, in order to change that he’d decided to find a hobby he was interested in, while flipping going through pamphlet after pamphlet, there was finally something that might prove interesting, home design, he’d always thought about improving his house, but refrained from doing anything because of his lack of expertise, thankfully, the convention promised to have seminars and other helpful content for any beginners. Some time passed and now it’s about two years after that convention, Ron gained a lot from that event, now having three new enjoyments in his life, the first was his half-year-old daughter Beatrice who’d brought to him the previously unknown joy of children, the second would obviously be the one who’d given him that child, his wife Amy, who he’d met at that fateful convention, they’d been fast friends and soon learned that they had more similarities than first thought, the third thing he’d gained was his hobby, though of less importance than his family, he still felt satisfaction after every refurbished room. Currently in one of the aforementioned rooms, he surveyed the furniture mentally noting what was or wasn’t safe for babies, in the end he wrote down what would need to be changed at the bottom of his note sheet, sighing as more than half of each room of the house needed changing, totaling to a somewhat startling sum for the storage of old and purchase of new furnishings for the home, irked and worried he went up to sleep. At breakfast, before Amy left for work, Ron decided to explain the current situation,
“Anything other than cheap products like plastic chairs or the like will put us in the red,” He stated, “that’s assuming you’re wanting to keep our current furnishings in storage where they won’t deteriorate, I’d prefer not to, so I’m open to any possible suggestions.”
He wasn’t expecting anything, so when Amy asked him if any method was fine he was intrigued and asked her to continue.
“What if we fatten Beatrice up?” Amy suggested.
Confused, Ron prodded,
“And that helps how?”
“Well, if she was fatter she’d have more padding to protect her,” Explained Amy, “and don’t pretend you don’t think she’d be any cuter. Anyway, it’s not going to hurt to try is it?”
With a sigh, Ron agreed, not like it could end that badly anyway, but he still had one more question,
“When do we start?”
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