It was comforting to be among her sisters this way, nestled into blankets and pillows, Beatrix nestled on her feet as she leaned against Zinnia. In some small way it made her feel like a child again when it had been just them and Calla who remained at home. They'd all snuggle into one bed and in the end manage to find themselves nestled on the floor instead. Conversation flowed easily among them hardly missing a beat. This was what Dahlia loved the most about sisters.

And then Quin came up and Dahlia found herself blushing furiously and pointedly not looking at Zin who was the only one she had told. "Oh," she mumbled reaching forward and snagging a cookie from the tray, "It wasn't exactly intentional..." Her defense trailed off weakly. More that she hadn't really wanted to admit how the whole thing had started - it was, after all, rather embarrassing to be writing in response to lonely hearts letters.