"Those look lovely," she said of the flowers in his hand. She had done her best to help him get a good handle on a garden his potions could benefit from, before everything fell apart, so she was pleased to see it looked profitable.

"The garden looks good too. It must be helpful." She couldn't even really help him in that aspect anymore either; it was all just a little too complicated. Still, Daff drifted closer to the fence, shifting the basket on her arm to the other side, away from him. At the root of it all, she just wanted to make sure he was doing alright after the upset in the spring. "Has the new Mrs. Greengrass settled in?" Daff knew how stretched they must be, which was why the invoice for the monthly flowers kept getting lost in the post.