Peter smiled then, the boyish grin looking slightly embarrassed at having been just so surprised. It was hard enough to surprise him as it was - this was something she'd have to lord over him for a long time. "Alright," he said, extending his hand to her so that she could slide the ring onto his finger. "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is ours."
His free hand slipped onto hers, squeezing gently for a moment as his fingers reached upwards to touch that bracelet he had placed on her wrist six months ago. Six months ago today. As warmth flowed through that bit of formed metal, that familiar flicker of mischief glowed in his eyes for a moment. "So long as the glitter still isn't compulsory."