Millie was glad to be of use to her cousin at last, though she nodded thoughtfully in lieu of a smile. She didn't want to let her eagerness show too much, lest she spoil it for Daffy. Instead, the young witch focused on slipping another camellia into her arrangement, still working to replicate Daffy's ease of fit and flair for the flowers. It looked a little better than her last, and she set it aside before her eyes could find any more imperfections.

"All the more reason, then," she agreed simply, Her eyes snuck a glance at the stairs, following them with her mind to the rooftop splendor she had once named "Garden of the Heights" in their letters. The name hadn't stuck very well, much to Millie's dismay at the time. It was amusing now, and to think of how much she had changed her mind in such a short time.

Then again, a year wasn't so short when she only had fifteen of them to count on.

"I don't think I've even been up there since Dahlia's wedding," remarked the young witch, sitting back as Daffy took charge of the last arrangement. Her hands didn't take well to being so suddenly idle, tracing the contours of their mirror's while she sat impatiently. "It looked so grand that day, like everything here, really."

Now she cast a grin toward her cousin, and made herself busy by taking care of the leftover flowers from their work. It was such a change for her, to be engaged with an assignment much easier to master, and so small as to be over quickly. The young witch could see herself doing something like this each day, letting her hands stay busy so her mind could wander, that couldn't be so cruel of a future.

Perhaps she could spend more time helping Daffy this summer, and Millie resolved to ask her cousin once they were on the rooftop. Some fresh air and the garden around them, that was certain to make any request sound appealing. It would have worked on her.

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