Daff was quite used to strange things; she was a strange thing, or so she'd been told before.

Listening to him carefully as he explained his predicament, Daff let out a little hum of interest. However, it wasn't a very long explanation and so Daff tilted her head when he finished and simply asked, "Why?" Knowing full well it really wasn't any of her business, but she was curious. Ever the Ravenclaw.

Catching her own societal faux pas, she pushed on. "I'm afraid I need a little more information." Pulling a piece of spare parchment and quill from the front desk, she turned her attention back to the handsome giant before her. "What is it you dug up, how exactly did you pull it up and are you looking for new plants or just to fix what you have?" Her questions may have sounded almost businesslike, if it weren't for the airy tone in which she spoke.