"That's alright." Dahlia grinned as she finally caught her breathe, moving out of the way so Daffy could reach the Dahlias. "Thank you." She murmured gratefully. Dahlias, while beautiful were the bane of her existence. She was so grateful that Quin had never gotten it in his mind to send her any.

"Well." She answered the first question with a smile handing Daffy the shears. "Oh, he's wonderful." A dreamy smile lit up Dahlia's face. "Did I tell you what he did for me on Valentine's day?" And then Dahlia launched in to relating the entire afternoon in Quin's kitchen. "Oh Daffy, do you think it is too soon to hope for a proposal? I should think we shall be so very happy together and I have quite made up my mind to accept him if he asks." She sighed happily with the type of sigh that only those most firm in their love ever seem able to manage.

Then realizing she had rather gone on too much about herself she waved her hand and asked, "But how are you? And how is Mr. Grimstone?"