"One day." Daffy shrugged. She hadn't the foggiest when, and perhaps one day it would just be her and Thistle running the shop together, a pair of spinsters with their greenhouse and their cats, but that wasn't so bad to Daff as it was to some, Dahlia included.

"I don't see how the season is going to help me sleep." She chuckled, trying to brush it off. One would think the late nights would help her, but she found it almost impossible to unwind like she used to. Tea, lavender, deep breathing, none of it seemed like enough to help her get her brain to turn off at the end of the day. There was too much to think about, between the shop and her disaster of a personal life, she simply couldn't find a way to tune it all out and just relax. "Come, maybe a dance will." She changed the subject quickly, setting her drink down to pull her sister toward the dance floor.