[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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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.