"It is." She smiles fondly. "You'll get nice things, too." It's nice to be able to breathe here without Fagin on her back or Bill's hand heavy on her shoulder. It's nice to not be beholden by society's rules, to a degree. Sure, they were captives, pets, whatever. But so far, with the exception of feeling quite disturbed by the pollenating of King Narisco, she didn't take issue with the rulers at all.

Spike would say it's a golden cage. Nancy's just glad it's gold.