Despite the fact that it was their wedding, Daff felt as though she had woefully little time with him this evening. It was to be expected, she supposed, so much attention to be paid to those celebrating with them, but as they moved in sync toward the cake, she realized she was getting a little impatient with it. She had started wondering just how early was too early to leave.

Taking the knife, she cut out one big piece of the delicious dessert and put it on the closest plate. She added a fork on either side, one for each of them, taking hers in one hand and holding the cake between them. Almost all thoughts of cake flew from her mind though at that comment. She flushed, feeling the heat in her cheeks as she bit her lip to keep a giggle from escaping. He probably didn't mean it like that, but Daff certainly couldn't pretend she wasn't looking forward to their uninterrupted time together as well, even if she was the tiniest bit nervous.

Daff pulled a little bit of cake off with her fork and took a bite, just to give herself a moment to get through being flustered. "I'm ready to sneak out when you are," she decided it couldn't be too early. "Well, after this slice of cake." She was hungry and didn't want to have to think about it later. "Are you going to tell me where we're off to yet?" The time might as well be spent on what else she had to look forward to.