Daisy had been in their room, tending to the plant that Lida had helped her pick out. "Just a liiiittle bit of water," she muttered under her breath as she tipped over the cup into the dirt surrounding the green thing. The other woman had been kind enough to give her some pointers on how to take care of this and any other plants she wanted to keep. She was trying, beyond her hardest, to keep it alive so that the next time she saw Lida, she could tell her how well it was doing. There was a light hum coming from her as she patted the plant's leaves. "You are looking mighty fine, Harvey." Yes, Daisy had named the plant; anyone who knew her would not be surprised in the least. The sound of Bandit's paws padding past her room caused Daisy to drop the cup and run to the doorframe. "Bandy! Do you just love the toys I got you?" She hadn't had the proper opportunity to ask what the familiar thought of the presents she had bought for him the day before yesterday. He had been excited when she first gave them to him, but after that initial playtime, she hadn't managed to catch him playing with them. Daisy was convinced that when he wasn't busy with Joseph, the raccoon spent all his free time fiddling with the blocks or making those cute little wooden things slide around the wires. "Maybe if you're good, I'll go to the store and get you some more!"
At the sound of her name, Daisy ran to the top of the stairs. "Coming!" She stopped at the top stair, sitting herself down on the corner to bounce down the rest. No she didn't have the excuse of crutches to explain her bizarre manner for descending the stairs -- well, not a reasonable one. If anyone had asked her what she was doing at that moment, her response would have been that her socks were very slippy and she didn't want to risk falling and breaking her other leg. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she skirted over to where Joseph had been stationed. "Yeah, pumpkin?" Daisy looked down to the IDs he had had been working on. He couldn't have possibly called her over because he needed help with them. If anything, the best thing that she could do when it came to those things was stay as far away as possible. She didn't need Joseph to tell her how much trouble she would be in if she managed to screw them up. Her eyes met the clock on their way back to him. "Are you hungry?" Daisy bounced over to the kitchen before he could give an answer. It was time for dinner anyway and she thought that he needed to eat. She opened one of the cabinets, shifting up to her tiptoes as she looked over the different parts of a meal that she could make. "Hmmmm...." She hummed out-loud as she rocked back and forth from her heels to the balls of her feet. "How do you feel about some spaghetti?" Daisy looked back over her shoulder with a wide grin on her face. Again she started to move before Joseph could give her a definite answer, pulling down the noodles from the top shelf. She grabbed a large pot from under the stove and moved over to the sink to fill it up with water. After the pot was on the hot eye of the stove and she put a pinch of salt in the water, she turned her attention back over to Joseph. "So I've been making a lot of new friends lately."