"Tulips it is." Daff clapped her hands together, glad for the distraction. It was a little weird to head right back to work, she probably would have happily stayed on her honeymoon for months on end, but real life could only wait for so long. They each had a business that couldn't be neglected and responsibilities to tend to. At least real life looked much more agreeable these days.

Bright colors she could do and so she pulled her wand out of her apron and summoned a piece of brown paper, laying it on her workbench. She tended not the move flowers around magically, they were too delicate, but she could get all of her supplies ready. Then she tucked her hair behind her ears again and moved over to her buckets of cut flowers, pulling a dozen of the brightest tulips. It was hard to resist giving inhaling the sweet scent, so Daff did so as she bundled those up into one arm before moving onto the next bucket. A couple of ranunculus in equally bright hues would go, so she plucked some and added them to her arms. It would be a nice springy bouquet— and if Mrs. Greengrass was familiar with the language of flowers, would send a nice message.

Daff didn't think it needed to be outrageous, so she took the dozen and a half flowers back to the bench so she could add some accoutrements and arrange it all neatly. She hummed quietly to herself as she settled it all down to get to work. "How's it going, married life?" It might be a tad forward of a question, but she was a little more attached to the situation that Fortitude knew of, so she couldn't help herself. "I enjoyed doing the arrangements for your wedding." She added, looking over at him, giving the option for that route of conversation if he preferred.