Daphne stared back. She didn't like it when people didn't react. She liked reactions. "Yeah," she said, dismissively, not believing Astoria for a moment. If Astoria liked games, why was she so genuinely upset rather than just and solely furious? Maybe it was just how they reacted differently. She nodded, seeing Astoria's discomfort. When Astoria was in a better mindset, she'd pry and ask, but right now, Astoria just needed someone to rant at, to fume with her, and to supply her with alcohol. She smirked. "Alright. I'll keep my little... Greengrass revenge to myself," she said, though she wasn't sure if she was going to go through with. McLaggen had hurt her sister, pissed off her sister, and she'd hex him if she could, but honestly, he hadn't been around to set up. If she didn't see him soon, she'd probably let it go since Astoria didn't seem to want to hear the grisly details of his embarrassment after.
Daphne laughed. "Cleon would take the alcohol out of hands and demand to know since when was I buying any. The boy knows nothing. He acts like he does and that he's all protective, but really, if he knew the truth, I think him and our parents would lock me up in convert for life," she said with a smirk. It was an amusing thought, actually. And probably close to the truth. She grinned. "Of course, I have alcohol stashed. The old hag leaves me here alone enough. I have to have alcohol to get through the day with her. Or without her, actually. I can't wait until the store is mine and she... retires or drops dead. Whichever comes first. If it doesn't happen soon, she might have some competition and I'd run a much better store. Much better."