How was Hogan still chatting away? This had to be an abnormal level of upset for a baby. Daisy couldn't tell if she was supposed to innately be able to handle this, or Hogan was so desensitized he didn't notice when his kid was having a breakdown. Whatever it was, she was glad to give him back and not be personally responsible anymore. Anxiously, she twisted a lock of hair at the back of her neck and rocked up on her toes to watch the kid settle quickly with this new arrangement, evidently as easily pleased as he was put out, and be further confused. Babies were fucking weird. At least he was cute when he wasn't screaming his lungs out.
Watching the little guy and giving him a smile now that he didn't seem completely overcome by life, Daisy was a little thrown by Happy's question. She went, "Uh-um...", her hand going from her hair to her mouth where she chewed on her thumbnail and shot Hogan a skeptical look. She didn't realize they were at the 'close friends and family' stage, but maybe it was going to be a pretty relaxed affair. "Sure, sounds cool," she eventually accepted, thinking that sounded somewhat more informal that it maybe should have, but he did just make an offhand offer in a baseball stand. "When is it? Do I have to dress up or anything?"