"Please do," Daff chuckled. There was plenty in the basket— so much so that she wasn't sure it was going to fit through the window. "I might have to meet you at the door?" It had been magically lightened for her to carry from the house, but Daff wasn't sure with the long handle and the sheer size of it, that she could lift it up and that Miss Sandow could get it inside.

Daff motioned toward the door and started that way, waiting for the occupant to open it. "I'm Daffodil Potts, by the way, but my friends call me Daffy." Everyone really. Daffodil was a bit of a mouthful and Daff seemed to fit her personality a bit better.