[...Awww, he really is so sweet. Yet again, from anyone else she'd find such words cheesy, but coming from Donald it just makes her feel warm and maybe a little bit of that heart flutter. Maybe.]

That's right, so don't forget it, okay?

[And a little tap to the tip of his beak—duck version of a nose boop. But then her own gaze turns away slightly as she sighs a little.]

But I do know what you mean. Can't say my life has been filled with a lot of luck, either. [Not as bad as Donald's, clearly, but she feels like there's been more downs than ups. But she doesn't let that stop her and she knows Donald is the same.] But maybe I can help you out.

You said you can sail, right? Why not find work involving that?