It could be dingier. But she'd be lying if she said one of the first things she did wasn't taking down the curtains. The blinds are still up, mostly so she has something to close at night, but during the daytime, she lets in all the light she can. She might start to question that choice when summer really arrives, but she's good at handling the stifling bakery in late July, and there's no way her apartment could get worse than that.

She makes a face at his explanation. This is why you should listen to your better judgment, Sunshine. Bad enough that he's microwaving a cup of blood the same way she'd jolt a cup of tea that had gone cold without thinking about the horrifying cocktails he might make out of the stuff. She almost echoes 'sludgy,' but her better judgment says not to and this time she's listening.

Unfortunately, her better judgment doesn't have anything more eloquent to offer than, "Urgh," which is what she finds herself saying as she watches him idly swirling the mug's contents around.