"Lovely," Daff smiled slowly. What an interesting cast of characters participating today. Her Uncle was undoubtedly an eager participant, but she hadn't pegged this to be Billy Darrow's kind of thing. How unexpected. Honestly she'd have thought Thistle might have signed up, as she was eager to see the trials themselves, but apparently she hadn't thought to. Maybe next time.

Senna was looking at her as the crowd started to move again and so Daff had to wonder if they were going to be reduced to sneaking glances across the crowd today instead of getting to make time to actually talk. It was looking that way and she was about to say something polite in goodbye, when she thought of a last-ditch possibility. "I wasn't paying attention when I came in, did you happen to see if there was a place selling cocoa, Mr. Greengrass?" She had in fact seen the concession on the far end near the base of the stands when they'd arrived; cocoa was her favorite and he knew that. Perhaps that would be enough of a vague hint.