"Well...." Daphne just stopped speaking. Instead she drank her juice. No, she hadn't said that exactly. Although, she supposed Neptune wasn't entirely wrong. "Hiding probably isn't really polite," she mumbled watching the girl's fingers. Sighing, she reached out for the roll.

And a butter knife. And butter. Why was she doing this? Out of something to do while trying to give...advice....about kissing? Honestly. What had she gotten herself into. Quickly, she extended the buttered roll to Neptune. "You can't avoid Raiden forever. But, yes, you don't have to give him an answer or anything until you feel you can. After all, if you don't know what to say you can't really say anything at all, can you?"

Merlin. It was a good thing she didn't have any sisters. Daphne was positively horrid at giving advice.