Entrapta is just delighted by the tiny donuts, and gets three bags - one for herself, one for Leslie and one for later, if they don't go stale by then. All of them have thick purple icing piped in cute little swirls, and Leslie is doing an admirable job not spilling crumbs on Entrapta's hair from his position sitting on top of her head.

"Am I correct to assume you've made no attempt to do any basic hardware replacements or repairs as of yet?" she asks with professional curiosity. "Or to attempt a change of location in order to determine whether it may be the building itself at fault?"