The telling-stories route is too slow for my patience. My guy must have told a hundred stories, "improving" essentially every time--and MAYbe advanced one segment on Parenting . . . maybe not.
Speed-kissing is far, far more efficient; each improvement comes immediately, not after several seconds, and each success seems to be a bigger part of a segment--less than a hundred kisses filled in enough more segments for the JoAT Award.
It was amusing that my post-menopausal mama is one of the most beautiful Virtual Villagers I've ever seen--lovely face, little blue flower in her hair, the bodice to match and a beige skirt--while my guy is about as geeky as they come--too-big head, large green leaves in his hair, and a green outfit. Both have had stints as the tribal Doctor; she got her Adept degree in her spare time from assigned duties after I showed everybody in my small tribe Studying Medicine as an alternative to, say, Doing Laundry.
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