"Why don't you get married first and let me know how it goes!" Daff gave it right back playfully. Any of the tension she had carried over here with her was now gone and she could relish in the possibilities of what came next. "But I shall do your flowers and you shall make my cake when the time comes." Daff could easily envision what she would do (with Dahlia's input of course!) for the occasion and not a single dahlia in sight, other than her sister of course. Summer was such a lovely time, so many blooms to choose from and she was fairly confident she knew what her sister would like.