It was easier to believe Quin, to joke and feel sympathetic, rather than worried, now that they were married. There wasn't the worry this year amid the crowd, that her family would scare him away. That he wouldn't take one look at the chaos and decide that she wasn't worth it. This year she knew he was trying to find his way in the chaos, that he was tethered to her forevermore, and it helped her to relax, to embrace it, to simply enjoy the beauty of their life.

Quin did have a point though, and perhaps a more apt one than he'd expected. A mischievous look glinted in her eye, she stole his mug to keep her hands from straying and took a sip of the cocoa before quipping back. A sputter escaped her lips at the sharp bite to the cocoa and she had to bite back a gag. "W-what did you do to it?" She sputtered, wide-eyed.

Shaking her head slightly, as if to clear her thoughts, Dahlia looked back up at him. "It's definitely an adjustment." Spending last weekend with his family had really explained a lot. It had been a quiet affair, devoid of the chaos of nieces and nephews and younger siblings. Much quieter. Much different. And in her own way she had felt out of place there, but they had all been so happy, so open, that in the end Dahlia had found there was a certain amount of charm and beauty to the quiet and simplicity as there was to the congregation of Potts' outside the doors of the kitchen.

"But you are right. There are more people every year." In more ways than Quin could imagine, Dahlia was quite certain. Trying to hide her smirk she turned and tried to busy herself tidying up the counter next to them. She hadn't meant to tell him tonight.... but maybe, maybe she would after all. It wasn't what she had imagined, and yet so much of what made them them was the unexpected, the fact that it was never as she imagined.