"Well, no," he laughs. "But I was trying to segue into something else."
He smiles, then says, "I have been thinking about asking Isabella to marry me."
The high-pitched high-volume squeal this elicits is enough to turn several heads.
That makes Adarin laugh. "I see you're supportive of the idea."
"Of course! It will be lovely, I'm sure she'll say yes, she loves you so very much."
"I love her, too. Very, very much. I've bought a ring - would you like to see it?"
Out comes the box, and Ranata-ward it goes. The ring is pretty.
"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!"