Zinnia laughed quietly, knowing that it was Quin’s personal mission in life to ensure that everyone was well fed. She was never one to complain about it because it meant that she didn’t have to spend time in the kitchen, trying to do something she was finding she disliked – cooking was definitely never going to be a hobby. It couldn't all fall in Rhys, but she never minded when he was in the kitchen. Zin settled further into the chair, offering Senna’s husband a soft smile and goodnight as he collected his daughter to head home for the evening. Exhaustion was starting to tug at her, too.

Zinnia turned her attention back toward Daffy, her gaze softening at the mention of Christmas. It had been weird not to have her sister there, but then again life was changing rapidly, with everyone suddenly having their own lives. “We can get there, if you’d like.” Zinnia hummed about Daffy wanting her bed, albeit she'd be a bit disappointed that she might not get as much time with her sister as she would have hoped. “It was just… different. Not bad, just – different.” Zinnia glanced at Daffy, knowing she'd understand what she meant. “But I’m glad we had tonight. I’ve missed you.”

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