Despite the initial shock at the discovery, Mabel wasn't all that mortified by the eyes. She'd seen and touched and thoroughly dissected them and worse before, and instead of scaring her away it was enough to push her teetering indecision to a definite yes. It wasn't the quiet neighbourhood or the solid architecture of the house, it wasn't the nice wood floors or the decently sized kitchen. It was him, even if she wasn't sure what it was about him. There was a lot she didn't know, his name barely scratched the surface of what she suddenly found so fascinating.
She could only imagine what sorts of experiments involved eyes in a microwave, but she knew she wanted to be around to find out.
A small giggle escaped her lips, though she quickly covered it up with a perfectly constructed face of serious consideration. "Yes, I see a few potential matches, although I think you should consider an eyepatch as an alternative."