Re: [ring shopping: misha & james]
Misha, he hadn't never had money of his own, and he didn't have himself a real concept of it. Damian always seemed to have money, and Misha reckoned that stream flowed endless, and doing good things for other folks made him feel good. He reckoned it might make Damian feel good too, putting more happiness in the world. But, Misha, he was real pleased to actually be able to help, and he reckoned that was what he'd just done. He didn't have himself a good notion of pride associated with debts and money. He was just pleased some he hadn't depended on Damian this time 'round, that he'd helped on his own steam.
"Then do it old fashioned. I reckon old fashioned is real romantic," he said, meaning it entirely. He was a romantic through and through, was Misha. He liked pretty things, gestures and romantic things planned out pretty, and he thought it was sweet, James fussing over proposing how he was.
James picked that white ring box, and Misha smiled. "That one's real pretty. Now, once you propose, y'all can fuss at each other 'bout if one of you wears white." And the old man, he nodded his head at the thanks, and Misha bid him farewell and walked on out.
On the sidewalk, he waited for James. "Long as we're here, is there anything else you need, honey?"