This was clearly going to be tougher than she thought. Drawing circles on the tabletop of the counter, Daphne hummed surreptitiously, wondering how to go about breaking Garret's little heart. Poor baby. "Are you sure? Because, you know...I think--there's something I need to tell you, and I'd much rather prefer it if you were looking at me instead of the bloody inside of the oven, thanks."

How rude! Here she was, trying to figure out a way not to completely destroy him emotionally and all he could do was avoid her gaze like a cowardly crup puppy!

CRUP PUPPY!