"...You eat poached apples. Well. The rest of you do; I don't think I can handle them. But they smelled good."
He hadn't met Daisy to comment on whether she was, in fact, a 'nice lady', but Neal's judgement seemed... reasonable.
He huffed a little laugh at the question. "It would have been about fifteen feet to the sidewalk, but the other restraint held so I just kind of... hung there until I woke up enough to pull myself back in. My apartment's on the second floor at home, too."
He moved to sit down beside Raylan, turning to the side, pulling his knee up so he could still mostly face him.
"I'm sure there's some poached apples left in the kitchen if you want to try them. I bet they're good with coffee."
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He hadn't met Daisy to comment on whether she was, in fact, a 'nice lady', but Neal's judgement seemed... reasonable.
He huffed a little laugh at the question. "It would have been about fifteen feet to the sidewalk, but the other restraint held so I just kind of... hung there until I woke up enough to pull myself back in. My apartment's on the second floor at home, too."
He moved to sit down beside Raylan, turning to the side, pulling his knee up so he could still mostly face him.
"I'm sure there's some poached apples left in the kitchen if you want to try them. I bet they're good with coffee."