[The word is blurted out all at once, as if Lena had to force it out--which, considering how her model for emotional competence was Magica, might just be true. She reddens a bit and ducks her head to the side.]
I-I mean, you didn't have to go all that way for some shadow you barely know, so... thank you.
[That surprises him a bit, and for a moment he isn't sure what to do. In all honesty, it hadn't been his idea. He probably wouldn't have helped at all if it hadn't been for the kids insistence.]
You're uh...you're welcome.
[Quite frankly, he's still a bit wary of her since finding out where she'd come from. But even Scrooge had vouched for her, which was saying a lot given the history between him and Magica. So, somewhat begrudgingly, Donald is willing to give her a chance.
As he watches her now, though, he definitely doesn't see a shadow, but an uncertain teenage girl. And given his own awkward teenage years, he could only imagine what it's like for her, having to suddenly be placed back in to the world with no other direction than to live in it.
She was alive, but in some ways living was even scarier than not.]
...You...wanna come up for something to drink? I was thinking of making some hot cocoa.
[He hadn't been until that moment, but he figures they could both use some right now.]
[Donald's much more observant than Lena has given him credit for, to be honest. Being alive is so much better than being a shadow, but it's also so much harder. It was easy to coast along in Webby's wake, but being her own person is difficult. And having Magica control her was dreadful, but it gave her, yes, direction.
She doesn't know what to do with herself now. But... hot cocoa is a good start.]
[Lena never took Donald all that seriously before, but maybe she should start paying more attention to him from now on. She hadn't really thought about how tough it would be to raise any triplets... let alone those three.]
All the marshmallows! Uh, please.
[She follows Donald into the boat, looking around curiously.]
Looks nice in here! Last time I saw it was... that... time in the money... bin. Uh. Sorry about that, by the way.
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To...?
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[The word is blurted out all at once, as if Lena had to force it out--which, considering how her model for emotional competence was Magica, might just be true. She reddens a bit and ducks her head to the side.]
I-I mean, you didn't have to go all that way for some shadow you barely know, so... thank you.
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You're uh...you're welcome.
[Quite frankly, he's still a bit wary of her since finding out where she'd come from. But even Scrooge had vouched for her, which was saying a lot given the history between him and Magica. So, somewhat begrudgingly, Donald is willing to give her a chance.
As he watches her now, though, he definitely doesn't see a shadow, but an uncertain teenage girl. And given his own awkward teenage years, he could only imagine what it's like for her, having to suddenly be placed back in to the world with no other direction than to live in it.
She was alive, but in some ways living was even scarier than not.]
...You...wanna come up for something to drink? I was thinking of making some hot cocoa.
[He hadn't been until that moment, but he figures they could both use some right now.]
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She doesn't know what to do with herself now. But... hot cocoa is a good start.]
That... sounds great, actually.
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With a small smile, he motions for her to come up the ramp as he opens the door to head inside.]
You want yours with or without marshmallows?
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All the marshmallows! Uh, please.
[She follows Donald into the boat, looking around curiously.]
Looks nice in here! Last time I saw it was... that... time in the money... bin. Uh. Sorry about that, by the way.
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Then after a moment, he sighs.]
...Well... [A soft, though slightly exasperated chuckle.] You kids didn't do any worse damage to it than Mrs. B did.