Then it resolved.
Eleanor laughed. This wasn’t in the mod description.
And Mira turned. She looked out . Not at a wall, not at a Sim. At Eleanor. Through the screen.
For the first hour, she just clicked around, marveling. She made Mira cook a grilled cheese, not because she was hungry, but because the ingredient list was legible. She opened the career tab and read the job descriptions for fun.