Happy had yet to describe her in any solid way, so the bride-to-be must have been some kind of untouchable angelic gift sent to earth to bless them all. Perfect and amazing. There wasn't any reason for Daisy to believe otherwise, and her kid even had a pair of snow white wings. Now she was a little freaked out. Maybe she shouldn't have accepted so easily, she didn't need to be judged by an angel.
"I should keep out of the gym then," she said abstractly as she accepted the baby, getting the hang of this process and adjusting him pretty easily. The new attitude helped a lot. "She probably wouldn't appreciate it if you stood up there all fucked up after I kicked your ass," she went on, then smirked and gave the baby a cautious bounce like Hogan had done, which didn't seem to make him any worse off.