She could care less about dingy; besides, she'll have clean new clothes to slip into this evening, thank God, what's a little more dust? It's not a manicured view, sure, but there's something charming about it anyway. Seeing the house for the first time, it had seemed lonesome-- but now, with the scent of food and the quiet hum of the dryer going, it's easy to see how it could be peaceful. Cozy, even.

There's the obvious difference that he's not alone, but it feels like it's more than that. Like the whole place has roused from a long hibernation.

"I could kill a fake cactus," she points out, taking a spoon of rice. This is too much food, but she'll make an honest effort. "I'm still impressed."