"I did," he says, smiling. "A little expensive, but Isabella and I are planning to get absurdly rich and we're well on our way there. So, I can justify it."
"A diamond wouldn't have fit the color scheme unless I got an ice-blue one. Which I was tempted to do, but emeralds are pretty, anyway."
Permanent smile. Just - this is his face now. It's stuck this way, forever.
Ranata is pretty happy too! She orders a flan when the waiter comes by and recommends the tres leches to Adarin.
(The box goes back in his pocket. He'll ask Isabella when it seems appropriate.)
Ranata asks him if he wants a ride back to Seattle, when they're done. Castarilan, on the other hand, zooms straight home.
"That'd be great! If it's not too out of your way, that is."
"It's no trouble. My fingers don't hold up to cello-ing that well yet, I'll need to develop the right callusses, so I'm done for the day on that."
And she hugs him when they've reached the Seattle portal. "I will be so happy to have you as a son-in-law," she tells him. "You'd better ask her quick, she'll be annoyed if she finds out I knew for long before she did!"
Off he goes, to the portal, and to home. It's convenient like that, though the crowds are annoying. If fantastic because it means he and Isabella are making absurd amounts of money. He head off to find Isabella.
Here she is, on the phone with the insurance company, something about figuring out the value of a policy on property that's witch-warded. Path flutters up to nuzzle Vern when she and Adarin come in.
Adarin will hang back and wait.