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.
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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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.