"Well," Dahlia drew out, "I suppose it's only fair." Afterall she didn't typically keep things from her sisters and did feel quite terribly for having blindsided them with the sudden appearance of Quin among them. The least she could do was confide in them over their courtship.

She leaned forward and ran her fingers through Beatrix's fur waiting for Daffy's reply to Thistle. It was what they had all been curious about, she felt sure. "Oh, but do tell us more about Mr. Grimstone." She pressed waving away the thought they should focus on her. Before she could consider that the same question might be asked of her she propped her elbows on her knees and asked, "How ever did you first meet?"

But then her gaze swung to Thistle, "Thistle! You aren't a poor example!" She scolded, wanting to throw her arms around her older sister, if it wouldn't have upset Beatrix at her feet she likely would have.