He was relaxing. Relaxed was probably the right word. "Unlike some of us, I paid attention during lessons," she said with a wink, tapping her forehead with her index finger. "It helps that you can remember every recipe you've read." And it was true. but that didn't necessarily help with the carrying out of said recipes. She would never admit it. She was a good cook! These days, however the problem lay in actually getting access to the stove, given how the apartments were laid out. "and I think that Alfred, of all people, is the height of opinions in this area." She stuck her tongue out at him, yes acting childish, but for that moment it was fun. He was trying hard, and she understood from his look just how tired he really was.
Despite all the banter and the seemingly light feeling, it all sort of fell short when she heard his words about the ring. When he'd given it to her? No. When he'd tried to give it to her? The implication took a moment to sink in... sometime in the next five years, Dick had... proposed to her? Really? It was a shock, beyond the others.
His eyes changed and while he didn't move to take it from her, he stood up and she quickly reached up to grab his hand. Not certain at all what to say. He'd proposed to her... but he had the ring... Something must have happened! But... was it him or her? She couldn't be dead. He'd have said something... or not, but he'd have reacted differently to her than he had. When it came to Dick the two of them had always had an... interesting relationship. Colleges to friends to lovers to nothing and then... well when she was from they'd started talking. But it was odd. But she could not think of what could have happened... was it her?
She was staring from it to him, trying to make heads or tails out of this. He'd proposed to her? Her eyes softened looking up at him, not knowing at all what to say...