Daria even managed to giggle a bit as his phrasing. He was so perfectly Noah. "Yes," she agreed, kissing his cheek, then Cassandra, then bouncing Phoebe a little more. Nothing too bad could be happening if there was bouncing. "Aaayaaayaaayaa," Phoebe gurgled, in time with the giggling.

"Aya, said Cassandra in return, bunching her fists in Noah's shirt as if trying to climb up him.

"Jesus, poor Deirdre," Daria said, looking toward the door. "What an arsehole. If it's true."