Perfectly lovely. That was amusing. Daff was never quite sure how to describe herself, but that would certainly not be the first thing that came to mind. Scatterbrained, spacey, talkative, annoying, those things all floated through her thoughts as she thought about it, but perhaps that was her sisters talking; or Cliff.

"Curious to know who I have fooled enough to think that," she mused with a chuckle. Though she supposed if it was his mother, that was good. Daff had a hard time getting a read on Lucille Grimstone, but was trying not to read too much into it. Nothing had ever given her pause in her few interactions, but Daff was still unsure. Maybe it was just nerves, because of course she wanted Mrs. Grimstone to like her, especially now!

"I was lucky enough to swindle you at least," she chuckled, hands sliding to loop up around his neck. She could very comfortably stay put right here forever.