"Hey, if you want me to be the wife then shouldn't you be the one proposing? Where's my ring, huh? I want a big diamond one. Pink diamond." He wiggled his fingers at her, which were noticeably bare of any rings.
Dropping his wiggling hand, he started to peel more chocolate bars out of their wrappers. Coyly, he said, "But I guess if there's ice cream involved, I could agree to marry you again. But you need to do it right and propose first."
Roger sniffed, adding, "I don't put out without a ring first."