Daphne just stood there as her eyes swept to her left towards Plymouth's face and mouth. Honestly, did he just think out loud all the time? Shaking her head slightly, she rubbed at an itchy spot on her forehead hoping the girl wouldn't be offended by Morgan's crazy remarks.

"I really need to check on the duck," she whispered to Plymouth before pulling away from his arm. Turning to him, Daphne frowned as she contemplated what she should do or wanted to do at the moment.

Hug Him? Kiss Him? Shake his hand? Bid him adieu?