Watching Jack go through the food was akin to watching a child open presents on Christmas morning. It wasn't like her mother would ever let him starve, so he should be used to it by now, but perhaps not. "You know Papa would love that," Daffy chuckled again, still nibbling on her own cookie. Her father really was one of the smartest academics she knew, even if he was a bit of a scatterbrain.

"I'm almost done mine," Daff mentioned of her own sling. "Just making sure all the fractures are healed." And everybody knew she'd be back to work in the greenhouse with both hands as soon as she was allowed to, so they kept staying the go ahead.

At his last question, Daff quirked an eyebrow, "Aside from you?" She teased lightly, wondering whatever it could be that he was going on about?