Blink blink.

"Emotion I'm... feeding on?" she repeats, raising her eyebrows. "Um. Do fairies, perchance, eat emotions."

"What else would we eat?"

"... We can't sustain ourselves on normal food, can we. It's obligate emotion eating only, isn't it."

"Yeah."

"Ah."

She could have been a vampire. It would have been much easier than what she actually did. Actually, she should have asked more questions, or more and better questions, such as 'what are the differences between fairies and normal sims' or something, which she did not ask, because she was excited about immortality and flight. Ugh. And she has no one to blame but herself.

"So is this only active eating or can I like. Sustain myself on ambient vibes?"

"You can have an enchanted house that collects ambient vibes but it's not that nourishing..."

"Okay. That's really helpful, thank you. Is there any concern about eating the wrong kinds of emotions, or too much, or something?"

"You feel the emotion you eat, especially if it's strong, and if you eat too much you can overload."

Oh. So. Eat the positive emotions of people and become happy herself, or eat the negative emotions from people (... with permission, obviously, she has morals) and experience them herself. What a nice choice to be forced into.

...

You know what, she would still have taken that deal over vampirism, actually. Flight and not being allergic to sunlight are worth it. She has gotten a lot of experience with having foreign emotions forced upon her. She never thought she would thank the weird way the science career serums work, but here she is. And if push comes to shove, she can offer someone one of those anger or horny serums and eat that. Not that she'd be comfortable forcing another sim to drink something without telling them what it does, but still. It's technically a way to bootstrap her emotional nutrition needs without much help. Plus, enchanted houses are apparently an option? She's kind of needed a new house anyway...

"Right, okay. Thank you so much! I've grown some new produce in my garden lately, do you want anything?"

"Like what?"

"Mostly fruit lately," what with her quest for life fruit. "I've grown some grapes, blackberries, and dragonfruit, if you'd like any of them!" She's not offering up the trash fruit. No one should be exposed to the trash fruit.

"Sure, I'd like some fruit."

"Okay! I'll mail some to you, then." She does not, and in fact cannot carry her entire pantry with her. ... Though, maybe she should figure out a way to make that happen, one of her coworkers was working on some kind of portal thing, which sounds like an opening for a bag of holding to her. Note to self to work on later, now that she's got forever. "Do you know which houses are enchanted to let me live off ambient vibes?"

Yes, she is aware she just made a brief irrelevant tangent about something uninvolved to her actual goals. In her experience, she's got to do this sometimes to keep sims from getting bored and wandering off. Plus, she really does have a lot of produce now, and while she can sell it, she's perfectly happy to throw it at people to get them to like her first. Well. Mail it to people.

She points at a... tiny little birdhouse? Except, no, its door is too small for most birds, and also it has multiple floors?

... She squints at it.

".... Can fairies perhaps also become small," she says, because the alternative is the house somehow becoming big, which. It doesn't seem to have room for.

"...yes," Titania says, bemusedly, and then she twists in the air and becomes handspan-sized to demonstrate before returning to Sim size.

"Oh. Okay. There's a lot of fairy things that I don't know yet, thank you, sorry for the trouble."

Is... is it obvious to her how to Become Small. She would like to try it.

Well now that she thinks about it, it works just like so.

She experimentally becomes small, then un-smalls. Huh. Yep. That's sure a thing she can do. She supposes she can sit adorably on shoulders even without turning into a bat, and straight out of the gate, too. She's still pretty sure she prefers being a fairy to being a vampire? Though she needs to figure out what eating emotions is like. She could try it on Titania, but 'playful/whimsical' seems like the sort of thing she might want to keep being, so. She'll need to go hunting for someone that's sad or angry or something. Maybe follow a ghost around and eat the fear brought about in their wake? Hmm...

"Right. Okay. Thank you very much for your help, Titania, I'll head home and go send you fruit in thanks now."

Because wow does she feel like the biggest dumbass for not knowing all of the abilities of her new species. Besides, Titania is very clearly losing interest and about to wander off; Yvette is being exactly no fun at all, with her systematic question asking.

"Thank you! Bye!"

"Bye!"

Okay. Normally this is where she calls a cab to navigate the terrifying emptiness beyond reality bubbles, but...

... well, she wants to see how flying through it compares, on both a scale of 'time spent traveling' and 'how much does this suck.'

She checks the clock on her phone, murmurs it out loud to herself to help her remember, then makes the firm decision to Go Home (via flying). Then off she flies. Is it faster than a cab, and is it particularly uncomfortable to be flying in the void instead of, like, walking or being driven through it? (She has walked through it before, by now. Look, she was curious, and it was late and it felt like it'd be a huge imposition on the cab driver!)

She cannot fly as fast as a car, but she can fly faster than she can walk, yes!

Oh, come on, that's dumb! It's a void between reality bubbles! Are you telling her that there's a set distance of void between them?

... Hm. That might be true, actually. Which might have implications about claiming land from the void and creating little, like, reality bridges or something between them. Note to self: study that, too. Maybe draw some kind of map of how close physically all of the neighborhoods are. Priority is after the bag of holding, though. Which is after life fruit and life extension serum and de-ghosting and most everything else. She's going to need to start keeping notes to herself to keep track of this all. Anyway. Before she forgets: fruit, into the mailbox, addressed for Titania. Then:

"House, I would like one of those little tiny fairy houses, please. Right here, if you would," she announces, motioning to an empty space in the corner of her bedroom.