With that decided Daff, took the hyacinths to her workbench and got started on putting them together. She tucked a couple bells of Ireland sprigs between them and reached for a blue ribbon. "I am yes, Daffodil Grimstone." She smiled over at the redhead. "And thank you." Daff was still in awe that she was able to keep this place up and running at all. She'd worried that she'd be under the Potts umbrella and perhaps that it wouldn't work out, but nearly two years after she'd opened, it was still doing well enough.

"Let me just wrap these all up for you with this ribbon and you'll be all set."