Daria laughed happily. "Well I beatcha to it, didn't I?" she said smugly, leaning forward to kiss his neck. Her cheeks were sore from grinning all night, but she was exquisitely, perfectly happy about this. "You make me laugh," she said, pulling back to rest her forehead against his, her hands cupping the back of his neck. "You make me make myself laugh, and there was a good long while when I didn't think I could do that anymore. And you make the girls laugh! And you are so goddamn perfect, you are this perfect piece of my family. I kinda wanna keep you around forever." She kissed his lips. "We should get married."