Daffy appreciated Mr. Grimstone's attempts to at least appear sympathetic. His amusement was subtle, but still there. She supposed it was a funny story now, over a decade after the fact. "One I care not to repeat any time soon unless you can guarantee I will not fall off." She loved Calla dearly, but having her younger sister teacher her how to fly did not seem like a good idea. Then again, she supposed with Mr. Grimstone's track record, he didn't either, but he seemed a least a little more responsible than her teenaged sister.

His inquiry to her health left her briefly puzzled, but she quickly recovered. "Oh yes, just a late summer something. I haven't been sleeping well, which certainly didn't help." In fact it was the source of the fiasco in general, but she needn't saddle Mr. Grimstone with those details. "Quite recovered though, thank you for asking." She was touched he'd remembered. Taking a sip of her tea, she gave herself a moment to round out how to steer the conversation next.

"Meaning I also did my fair share of sitting for a while, which I am terrible at to begin with; would you mind terribly showing me your workshop?" It was far more exciting for her than quickly tossing the plants she'd brought into his garden. That wouldn't take too long and then she could get out of his hair if he was so inclined.