Today seemed to be going absolutely swimmingly and as the afternoon wore on away from the flower show and more toward the ceili, Daffy found herself getting a little more anxious. It had nothing to do with the exhibits of course, and everything to do with the arrangements she'd made with Elias for later. She was nervous to see what he would think about her little display that featured his creations, but only time would tell. It felt silly, of course he would like it, but maybe it was too forward of her to do? Honestly she didn't know. This whole thing, though not her first time having feelings for someone, was vastly different than how it had gone last time.

Running around in her new pink dress and her hair coming loose from its updo, Daffy was moving through the garden just neatening things up when she was nearly blinded by a... bowtruckle? being flung at her face. The warning that had preceded the landing hardly mattered as she creature was now clinging to her dress after falling from where it had originally connected with her face. It was quite dazed and Daff carefully scooped it into her hands. "Is she yours?" Daff inquired of the gentleman who had shouted, looking between the bowtruckle and the man curiously.