Dogs. [She echoes, clearly enamored with the idea. Not just one, but many.]
I... am so down for dogs. An' meeting your folks. [Killing people so we can settle down. Puking for days because of gingersnaps.] And living my life with you, against any and everything. 'Til... death do us part?
[Wait did she dip into impromptu faux-marriage vows here?]