"Uncle Quin makes yummy lavender scones with lemon frosting, that's how I got so big." Daff teased lightly, watching her niece fight off sleep as Zinnia sat down opposite her. Quincey, once he'd found out she was craving something, had been very good at sending things for her to eat. She would blame him entirely when she was still this big after the baby arrived.

Senna's husband made his way over and absconded with his daughter, excusing them for the evening too. Daff smiled warmly and waved as they headed for the door. "I would very much like my bed," she chuckled, picking up her cocoa again, enjoying the warmth in her hands. "But it was really good to see everyone. I know Christmas was... tough." Just the thought of getting to her mother's that night had been enough to have her needing a nap. There would have been no way to make it work, if she'd even wanted to. Everything turned out alright, in the end.