Disclaimer: I don't own the Sims 2. ...I remember when I first saw the word 'disclaimer' I thought it had something to do with music. I knew what 'claim' meant and even the negative suffixes and all but disclaimer just sounded so musical.

"Wait here." I said. I slipped on a hoodie and headed for the door.

"Where are you..." I glanced at her. She didn't seem to fond of being alone in a weirdo world. "I'll be right back." I assured her, and left.

"Good morning." my dad said when I got to the kitchen. "Morning." I answered, trying to sound tired. It took me a minute to realize it was Tuesday, and that my dad had said good morning to me. "Taking the day off?" I tried to make conversation so he wouldn't notice the Rice Krispies treats I was stuffing in my sweater pocket. Bad luck. He got up and walked into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. He looked at me. By now I had closed the cupboard and my hands were in my pockets, trying to keep a natural shape to hide the rectangular treats. "Isn't it a little hot for a sweater?"

"I'm cold." I answered immediately.

"Cold? The fan isn't even on."

"Maybe I can feel the future."

"Feel the future? How is global warming?"

"Warm."

(( That "I'm cold" part... really happened. xD ))

He nodded and poured himself a cup of coffee. I sighed in relief. Got away with it. I rushed back to my room and took off the hoodie, and handed her the treats. "Not much but I can't really get away with anything else. I don't know how I'm gonna put up with you." I opened one of my windows and stood in front of it, glad to let the breeze cool my skin from the sweatshirt. That was something you should wear if you're dead-cold in the snow. It was about 80*F outside, and God knows my house was hotter inside than out when no fans or air conditioners were on.

My dream sim stared at the things I had put in her hand. She looked confused. "What are these?"

"They're Rice Krispies treats."

"Rice... Krispies?" she picked one of the two up with her thumb and index finger. "It doesn't look like much."

"Like I said, I can't really get away with anything else."

"Why is it... blue? And it has words on it, are those safe to eat?"

"Oh." Right. I forgot. Her world was more simple. "Here," I said, taking one. I ripped open the package and handed her the marshmallowy snack. "You don't eat the wrapper."

She took the treat cautiously. "...Anything else that needs unwrapping?"

"Nope, that's it."

She took a bite. At first she chewed slowly, then she smiled and swallowed it. "That's amazing! It's got this... taste... I can't really describe..."

"Sssh." I said, laughing quietly. "It's marshmallows and rice. New to you, huh?" she nodded, and took another bite. "I don't even need a spoon or fork to eat it-- it's like fancy food! Almost like toaster pastries! Only these..."

While her world was simple, there were some things on Earth that were apparently even more simple.

"We have toaster pastries in our world too." I said, smiling as I remembered that her world's foods were basically simulated versions of ours. "And macaroni and cheese and spaghetti... but you'll have to put up with smaller things like that until I figure out what to do with you." I sat down on the bed next to her. "School starts tomorrow. Maybe I can pretend you're a new friend... but that won't be easy. My parents know I don't make friends in a day... so it'll be a few days until you can eat things like that. Of course, I've taken snacks to my room before so I could probably get away with feeding you right..."

"You sound like my owner or something." she said as she attempted unwrapping the second one. "Feeding me right. So I guess I'm your pet?"

"Don't say it like that." I said, tearing the package for her. "But the problem is, how am I gonna get you to school? If you're a new friend maybe you can 'come to my house' a few days after school starts... but how..."

"Don't worry. I can live off of small things like this."

"You shouldn't have to for long. At least until I figure out... how to introduce you into my life. It won't be easy..."