Daff pursed her lips, trying to smother the grin at his reaction. She could see Noble in it and part of her got a little nostalgic, but she shoved that down. "Perhaps bad luck," she agreed with a chuckle. "That we can blame on Zinnia." She knew of his sisters, second hand, through anecdotes only, though she had met Miss Clementine before and it was that interaction that led Daff to believe she was the sister he likely had in mind.

"As somebody who has a plethora of sisters, there's one for every occasion."" There wasn't a situation out there that Daff couldn't relate to one of her sisters. They were as different as the flowers they were named after and had a personality to match.

Swatting away another apple, Daff purposefully directed at Fortitude, gently of course. "If only I could somehow pass along this affliction to one of them in retribution." She mused, looking around to see if one of them was nearby. No such luck, but it was a funny thought.