The enthusiasm seemed completely genuine, and Fiona found herself smiling widely at it, glad to have helped, at least a little bit, draw Becca out of that momentary melancholy. "Of course, I'd love that," she assured the other woman. She stood up and went behind the counter, grabbing a notepad and pen, bringing them back to the table and passing them to Becca.
It was about then that Clary came out from the back, carrying a rather large box of carefully packaged flowers. "Oh! Let me help with that, love," she said, getting up again and getting the box from Clary. They shared a significant look, and Fiona gave a small shake of her head. A moment later, Clary offered Becca a friendly greeting before excusing herself to the back room again, probably to work on the next order.