Sunday, the 14th…
At six in the morning, Charlie dragged himself out of bed, exhausted.
“Ugh…
I really shouldn’t have eaten so much of that chocolate-covered Egg yesterday,” he grumbled to himself.
Chocolate-covered Egg with beer was not something any normal person should eat.
He had no idea how Shane managed it.
But the moment he opened his eyes, he froze.
“Wait.
Is this my house?”
He had woken up in a spacious room.
There wasn’t much furniture, but the small bed beneath him was the same as always.
Charlie looked at the walls and floor.
The style and colors matched his Farmhouse, but something felt different.
“An extra room?”
Still confused, he stepped out of the bedroom.
Once he saw what was outside, it finally clicked.
“These…
this furniture?”
“This is my house!”
The Chests and TV in the living room confirmed it.
This was definitely his house, only expanded.
“Oh my god, how did Robin do this?!”
Charlie stared at his little home, now at least twice as large, completely stunned.
“And how did she move me into the new bedroom while I was asleep?”
“Superhuman strength?”
“Stardew Valley Superman?”
Then he spotted the kitchen he had been dreaming about, and every other concern vanished.
He walked into the kitchen.
There was a Fridge and a stove, which meant…
“I can finally cook!”
He was thrilled.
He was just about to show off his culinary skills when his fingers touched the knob and stopped.
“Uh.
I don’t have any ingredients.”
“Oh, right.
Marnie’s place.
They raise chickens, ducks, and cows.
Maybe they have eggs.”
Charlie suddenly remembered Marnie’s Ranch.
After leaving the house, he planted the forty packets of Strawberry Seeds he had bought the day before.
Once they were watered, he rushed straight down from the farm.
…
Inside Marnie’s Ranch, Charlie leaned both hands on the counter.
“What?”
“You don’t sell eggs?”
A full-fledged ranch that did not even sell eggs.
He stared at her in disbelief.
“Marnie, you’re not messing with me, are you?”
Marnie shook her head.
“Mr.
Farmer, I really don’t sell eggs here, but you can buy a chicken and raise it yourself!”
“Once it grows up, you’ll have eggs to eat!”
Charlie felt his blood pressure spike, but he held it in.
“Fine!
I’ll take one chicken!” he said through gritted teeth.
“800g!” Marnie said.
That only made him more impatient.
“Fine!
But just as they were about to make the sale, Marnie suddenly realized something.
“Oh, Farmer, it looks like I can’t sell you the chick after all.”
“You’ll need a Coop first.
Otherwise, I can’t guarantee the chick will grow up healthy under your care.”
Charlie nearly lost it.
Seriously?
When you gave me a dog, you didn’t say I had to build a house for him!
He stormed out of Marnie’s Ranch and headed straight for the riverbank.
“Ugh, this is driving me insane.”
“What kind of chicken farmer doesn’t sell eggs?
That’s like a coffee shop not selling coffee.”
He muttered to himself as he got ready to cast a few lines.
His Fishing skill had already reached Level 7, so fishing was easy now.
He cast once, reeled it in, and pulled up a piece of Driftwood.
“Driftwood?”
Charlie took it, feeling even worse.
A second later, his irritation flared, and he threw the Driftwood right back into the river.
“Ugh, I’m so mad!”
“Today has to be my unluckiest day ever.
I can’t even catch a fish.”
He put away his Fishing Rod.
If the first cast wasn’t a fish, that was a bad sign.
No fishing today.
But when he turned around, he noticed a small house covered in vines.
“Huh?
Wait.”
“There’s actually a house here?”
“Whose is it?”
Charlie tried to remember which villager’s house he still hadn’t visited.
When he reached the door, he heard the sound of something hard being struck inside.
“Someone’s in there?
What’s she doing?”
Just then, his hand rested against the door.
It turned out the door hadn’t been shut, and he accidentally pushed it open.
His weight shifted forward, and he stumbled inside.
Inside the house, a pretty girl with braids was tapping away at a piece of wood.
The moment he saw her, her name slipped out.
“Leah?”
At the sound, Leah turned around.
“Hm?
Charlie?”
“What are you doing here?”
She set down the hammer in her hand and came over to welcome him warmly.
“Well, this is rare.
The farmer from town actually came to visit my little cottage.”
“Come on in.”
As she spoke, Leah took him by the arm and pulled him farther inside.
Charlie was a little embarrassed, but he went along with her.
When they reached a statue, Leah happily introduced it to him.
“I’m working on this sculpture.
What do you think?”
Then she picked up her wooden mallet again and continued shaping it.
Charlie watched from the side while Leah explained.
“See?
I’m revealing the essence of the wood.”
Listening to her, he sighed with feeling.
“People are the same.”
After all, Marnie was clearly a rancher, yet she didn’t sell eggs.
Because of her, he hadn’t even been able to eat Fried Eggs for breakfast.
He was still stewing over it.
But after hearing his answer, Leah froze for a couple of seconds, her bright eyes widening a little.
“What?”
Then she quickly caught on.
“Oh!
Right.
Exactly!”
“I was just a little girl the first time I came to this valley on vacation with my parents.”
“I knew I’d come back someday…
this place is full of artistic energy!”
After saying that, a hint of tears gathered in Leah’s eyes.
“But I have to admit…
it isn’t easy to support yourself as an artist.”
“An artist?” Charlie thought.
To him, someone could only really be called an artist once their work was recognized by others.
At least, that was how he understood it.
He looked at Leah, who seemed a little down.
“Why don’t you hold an art show in town?”
“Let everyone see your work and appreciate it.
Isn’t that how people start recognizing an artist?”
Charlie said what he was thinking.
Leah slowly calmed down.
“Hmm…
you’re right.
I think that might help Pelican Town become a true haven for the arts…”
“But…
what if no one likes my sculptures?
Then I’m finished!”
The thought of her art not being accepted made her sink again, and she quickly waved her hands.
“No, no, no.
I need to think about this.”
Charlie looked at her without saying anything.
He had only offered a suggestion, after all.
He didn’t know much about art, so whether she accepted it was up to her.
After that, he said goodbye to Leah.
…
1:00 p.m…
Charlie arrived in town.
He planned to go to Pierre’s General Store and see whether they had any supplies.
Otherwise, his Kitchen would be nothing but decoration.
When he reached the entrance of The Stardrop Saloon, he was about to head north.
Then he suddenly noticed a Coconut in Gus’s Garbage Can.
“Holy cow, jackpot!”
“Another Coconut.
Gus’s Garbage Can always has good stuff.”
He immediately pocketed the Coconut and was just about to keep going.
Then he noticed an old man in a wheelchair reaching toward a letter on the mailbox.
“That’s George, isn’t it?”
“Looks like he’s having trouble.”
Remembering how unwelcome George had made him feel during his last visit, Charlie suddenly thought of a way to improve the man’s opinion of him.
He could help him out by getting the letter.
Charlie was just about to step forward when a figure rushed past him.