Daff highly suspected that she would not be getting or needing flying lessons any time soon, but it was not entirely off the table, should Mr. Grimstone keep it low. That was for another time however, and so when he agreed to show her his workshop, Daffy nearly jumped from the couch. Managing to keep from looking too eager, she placed her teacup on the table and followed closely outside to put down the plants.

Passing him an easy smile, Daff made her way into the workshop itself and was immediately awed by the space. It very much reminded her of Thistle's workshop below the florist, but this was a tad warmer, obviously less green, but cozy and obviously well-loved. Though she did not know Mr. Grimstone all that well (yet), it was unequivocally him.

Every nook and cranny seemed to have something useful in it and Daff wandered through the space with her hands hovering just above the surfaces, not daring to touch anything, lest she make a mess or ruin something, but she took in each tool, each half-finished design and the plans to go with them, peering closely as she kept her hair from her face with both hands. She hadn't the foggiest what she was looking at half the time, but it was clearly a labor of love and it showed in the finished products on the wall.

When she looked up to see him setting her carnations in the space, she felt her heart skip a little beat. She paused, across the room from him now, hands resting gently on the workbench. "It's delightful," she breathed out, a genuine smile creeping back across her features. "I don't really know what I'm looking at," she admitted with a sheepish shrug, but she loved it. "A person's workspace says a lot about them. It's so fascinating." Daff was thoroughly enthralled with the whole thing, she could truthfully spend hours in here looking at everything.