Daff smiled, at least a little amused by his comment about the wedding flowers. She hadn't gotten a ton of input, but poor Mrs. Greengrass had seemed a little overwhelmed, so Daff had taken the reins with the best vision she had gleaned from the conversation, simple and understated, but still elegant. Or at least that's what she'd hope for. It was more than they could have afforded, but since she and Noble had made different arrangements, price hadn't been a concern.

His answer to her first question had her turning to look at him again, leaning a hip on her workbench, pausing her work on the bouquet. "I'm glad to hear that." Her smile was genuine as she looked over at him. Something about the way he said it told her that he meant it. Of course Fortitude didn't know that she knew more about the whole situation than he likely wanted her to, but it seemed they were making the best of a sticky situation. She would never be able to get the look of sheer panic on Noble's face out of her memory, but she hoped that now, after the fact, things might settle down some. "It is a big adjustment, but time will smooth out the rough edges." Even being grossly in love with her own husband didn't change the fact that she had moved into his house; had no idea where to put her things; sharing a space full-time with someone you only got to see for a few hours at a time previously was a wildly different sort of adjustment.

She loved it, loved Elias, but it was a lot, even if she wasn't letting on.

Daff turned back to finishing up the bouquet, cutting the stems a little shorter, adding in a little texture, and a bow in the same ribbon she had use for Mrs. Greengrass' wedding bouquet. "Would you like to set up a regular delivery for Mrs. Greengrass? I can have them sent however often you like." It was a small, simple touch some people appreciated. Daff was still of the mind that those Just Because Bouquets were the best, but she did a lot of business this way.