Lee's smile is strained and comes in fits and bursts, unsure, like I should probably be doing this with my face but I feel weird and tense but happy at the same time what am I supposed to be doing with my face right now. She duly holds out her hand and lets Gabby inspect the ring. People notice it all the time when she's out, it's unusual-looking, but they almost never realise it's an engagement ring unless she says so. There's no diamond, it confuses people. Michael is more than willing to loudly explain to people that the diamond engagement ring is an advertising scam invented by De Beers 30 years ago.
“Yes, I, um — we don't have much family...” Lee trails off, pursing her lips as if to physically cut off what she might have been about to say. “Um, it's going to be small I think. But you are my friends and I want you to be there.”
Tzipporah leans over with her birdy elbows on the table to peer at the ring also. “Aw, it's so weird and shiny. Good job, Ginzo.” (Don't let her get too near it, she has a tendency to absentmindedly steal shiny things.) She then leans back so hard in her chair she almost knocks it over. “This summer, though? That's cutting it really close. Wait, is this a shotgun wedding? Oh my god, Lee, are you pregnant?”