Daphne was sort of frozen in her pose, even as Phoebus talked because she was waiting for it; waiting for his outburst of utmost and absolute adoration. Because--really, she was Daphne Hopton, right? Anyone could appreciate her. Anyone who wasn't blind.

Except Phoebus wasn't really that big of a conversationalist. Giggling at him, she walked up to him and took his wrist. "You're cute, you know that, Phoebus?" she told him watching out of the corner of her eyes. "Really cute." She giggled again. "Let's go pay! Then we can go somewhere else."

Where else she didn't know--Oh oh! "We can go buy toffee!" Because he said he liked it.