Daphne began to frown at Plymouth's initial response but his random Guess How Many Faces I Can Make' response made her feel more at ease. For a second she thought something was wrong with him and--Daphne Hopton wasn't very good at handling people who had something wrong with them.

For example: Her Mother.

"Well, I was on my way..." trailed off Daphne watching Plymouth's features attentively before she realized he was staring at her shoes. Glancing down at them herself, just in case she had scuffed them terribly on her way out of the common room, Daphne breathed in relief.

Shoes were looking good and shiny as ever. Maybe Morgan knew how to appreciate fine footwear. "Let's go then. I hear it's chilly though," finished Daphne fishing out a pair of mittens from the inside pockets of her robes before putting them on and staring at Plymouth pointedly.

Ahem-hem. Gentleman leads the way?