Her worry automatically deflated and Daff was able to agree to her friend's suggestion of happier topics. It was, of course, quite normal for young ladies at their age to be discussing any gentleman caller, but Daff was growing increasingly tired of the topic, simply because her own love life, or lack thereof, was a bit of a sore spot. She would not however, let on or seem in any way unhappy for something that clearly made her friend glow and so she put on the appropriate smile and raised an eyebrow. "It's becoming quite frequent no? That must mean good things!" Or she assumed anyway, Daff hadn't exactly done the whole falling in love thing the "right" way, but she had watched Senna and Ama go through it.

"Did he bring flowers?" Daff waggled her eyebrows unable to keep her favorite thing about social calls out for long. What he brought would certainly say a lot of how he felt! Unless he was as clueless as most men, so there was that, she supposed. With the easy chit chat keeping her thoughts occupied, Daff thoughtlessly moved bean sprouts around from their little starter pots to their new, larger homes. Keeping her hands busy was helpful, but she could do this in her sleep, so she was thankful for the distraction January's company provided, in addition to spending time with a dear friend.