She smiles, leaning back against him, her eyes closed. Brigid wants this. She wants the comfortableness that seems to be growing between them. "I need to call Carlos. He's just down at Stanford; he'd come up for me." Because she needs someone from her former life at her wedding. And Carlos... has been a friend for a long time.

His question draws her eyes open and she looks at him. A sputtered laugh escapes her and she shakes her head.

"Oh, no. No no no. I am not... no." It's amused and fond and warm, but a definite statement. "A church, a priest a few witnesses and our marriage is done in the eyes of God and the state. I dislike being the center of a large amount of attention." Which doesn't do her much good when she's teaching, but that's different. Then she has facts and dates and knowledge to back her up. She can retreat into them when she feels out of place and awkward.

She knows that had the Hales survived and her Da lived, there would have been a much bigger deal than this, but then she would have gone through with it for the packs, and not for herself.

Brigid turns in his arms, draping her arms over his shoulders. "I need the Church to sanction the wedding and for Carlos to come, but beyond that? I don't need or want anything else." She shrugs a shoulder. "I've always liked the simpler things in life." Give her a good book and a little bit of music and she'll lose herself for hours. Give her a chance to cook and she's happy.

Brigid is a creature of simple pleasures.