She doesn't say it, either. She's fine with going slowly. Instead she raises his hand to her cheek, then to her lips, her eyes glittering at him over it.
"I'm happy too, baby. I'm so in -- and maybe sooner or later we'll talk to both our dads about it, for real. Maybe after the wedding, huh? And hey -- I'm glad Cass has a girl, too. She seems totally nice. Even if he didn't, y'know what, Soren... maybe it's a little naive and childish of me, but no matter what, even if you and I... or Cass and Henn... or all of us, even if we stick together, I can't imagine us splitting up. Maybe that's presumptuous of me. I know I don't know you two all that well, but you just seem so permanent together. I could be dreaming, but I'd rather a burrow of four than scattered pairs."
And here's the dreamer in her she's inherited from her father -- the idealistic romantic, she sees the best possible scenario and shoots for it without looking back.
"It's a pretty thought, isn't it? Ahh, Soren... We should have a real talk after dinner."