It isn't that the apartments aren't nice. They're fine. It's that Donna had offered, and Heisenberg would rather go with the devil he knows, as the saying goes. So he knocks on the door and hopes to hell that none of Donna's magical hallucination flowers made the trip with her.
Karl holds his hand out to pull out his chair -- and it takes him a few beats to realize that the chair isn't coming to him. Because it's made of wood. "Ah. Right."
So he pulls the chair out the usual way and sits, serving Donna some coffee before serving himself. "You're making friends?" That makes him smile a little, and he wraps his hands around the coffee cup while he waits a moment for it to cool. "Well I'm happy to hear that."
In spite of herself, even Donna's stoic, anxious face twitches a little smile at his folly. It makes sense, though. She'll have to attach metal plates to the chairs for him later.
She takes the coffee with a little nod of thanks, reddening a fraction. "...Thank you. I'm...trying, anyway."
"ONE OF THEM IS A PRINCESS," Angie trills, miming a crown over her head with spindly wooden fingers.
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So he pulls the chair out the usual way and sits, serving Donna some coffee before serving himself. "You're making friends?" That makes him smile a little, and he wraps his hands around the coffee cup while he waits a moment for it to cool. "Well I'm happy to hear that."
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She takes the coffee with a little nod of thanks, reddening a fraction. "...Thank you. I'm...trying, anyway."
"ONE OF THEM IS A PRINCESS," Angie trills, miming a crown over her head with spindly wooden fingers.