The Art of Settling Down

"Here? Really?"
    "Yes."
    "Wow, ok. I mean you did say it was small and grungy, but never did I imagine in a million years- what in the world- oh yes, of course, of course there would be a thong in the fireplace, a bright pink thong in our fireplace. It really does look right at home."
    "Yes it really does..."
    "So you're not going to defend it then? This apartment? You're not even going to try and convince me?"
    "No... well... no. We actually don't have a choice so convincing would be a waste of both our time."
    "Is that so?"
    "You wanted central London, I wanted near a park, you wanted not above a cafe, I wanted walking distance from my parents. Then of course there's the price! And just... it was a miracle I found this place. Think of it just a means to an end, a tool with which all of our criteria are met."
    "Hmm... well the curtains feel nice, surprisingly soft and we'll get a good sunset view. The kitchen seems just fine, oven, yes, phew. I suppose you've convinced me. I guess it's just not what I was expecting you know, but what do I know, it's my first home away from uni or parents. This is probably just fine by many standards.
    "Oh no, it really is quite bad."
    "Hah! Yeah it is... But you it's not where I am, it's who I'm with. If you're happy I'm happy."
    "Yes?"
    "Yes."
    "Alright then I'll sign the lease, small dust bin inspired apartment with complimentary thong."
    "Do shut up before I change my mind."