With the gallery opening behind them, Daffy supposed she could be doing that resting everyone insisted she do, but she had never been very good at sitting still, anyone who knew her at all would know that about her and so she jumped at the chance to run an errand when her mother asked the house at large. It also made the most sense, since it involved returning Jack's scarf that he'd left after his last visit, with of course, food enough for a small army. Daffodil swore by now they should just adopt him and let him live in the house. Having a twin of sorts wouldn't be so bad.

With a basket tucked under her good arm, as her left was still bound in a sling for another week or so, Daffy rather thought her mother making Christmas cookies by the dozens to take the constabulary was a bit much, but she would take any excuse to venture into town and not be watched like a hawk all day by whomever it was happened to be home at the moment.

With their trusty housekeeper in tow, who also conveniently had to stop by the butchers and the general store on the way, Daffy dutifully left Mrs. Benson at the shop door with strict orders to return within the half hour, Daff practically skipped up the street toward the constabulary office where she hoped to find Jack stuck on his desk duty still. Well maybe not, but at least she could leave it there anyway.

Fortunately for her, he was in and she could harass him for a few moments. "Mama must think you look peaky, with he amount of food in here. And your scarf, you left it after dinner the other night." She admonished with a chuckle, setting the basket down and rearranging her arms more comfortably.