Her eyebrows arch a little and she's really not sure about anything, but she's fairly certain they'd probably just-- With a ceremony? And. She opens her mouth to say something and just sort of hangs there for a moment.

Well.

"...probably," she finally says, echoing Six. "We'll have to, ah--" Think. Marriage. Marry. Marrying. Titles, such as husband and wife, and that's surprisingly. What? Formal. Ril brushes her lips against Six's jaw almost absently and she can't figure out if she wants to burst out laughing or just stare at him or kiss him. Or try and do all those things at once.

A wedding, then, for a Pilot and a Time Lord.

"Do things." Lots of things, thinking things. Coherency, please. She waves a hand.