Unphased by Elias' broach of decorum, as she should be Miss Daffodil, Daff had never been one for such things. It wasn't like Jack called her anything other than Daff, either. Poor Elias was probably a little nervous, being surrounded by the lot of them. "You'll get there, whether you like it or not." She chuckled, eyeing Jack for a moment to see if he had anything else to say on the matter, but they were all saved from having to parry through the slight sense of awkward-first-meeting when dinner was announced.

"Oh, dinner's ready. Mama's gone all out," Daff had never seen such a feast prepared. Then again she rather thought that Laurel was going a bit above and beyond, considering they had two additional, single, gentlemen in attendance this evening. Daff hadn't been home to temper Laurel's ideas this time either and though she was sure her sisters attempted, sometimes there was just no swaying their mother.

Gently she squeezed Elias' arm, barely resisting the urge to slip her hand down to his. She was seated between the boys at the table (Daff had rearranged that one upon her arrival, her mother had both poor Mr. Honeyduke and Elias down by Laurel and Basil without herself or Dahlia nearby and that simply wouldn't do) and they could continue their conversation there, if desired. "I saved you a seat," she assured Elias with a warm smile, then reached out to tug Jack with them. "Mama's had your favorite made, too." Of course she knew Jack wasn't overly picky about food, either.

Everybody was filing out toward the dining room and Daff felt that warm sort of contentment wash over her; this was going to be delightful and hopefully, not the last time.