The way she carefully proposed the question made his heart ache so fiercely he had to clutch at his chest as if to do so was to quell the feeling that it might burst at any moment. He blinked owlishly and stared at her as if what she asked was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. In fact, it was.
"Grandma, how did you and Grandpa Felix know you were.."
"Meant to be? I don't know, libn. I suppose we always knew, even when we were just.. friends. He had been my best friend and he still is."
Slowly the corners of his lips tugged up into a wide, wide smile and he tilted his head boyishly.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do," the smile faded quick for a moment and he stepped forward to swipe that ring box out of her hand quickly. His eyes went wide and he extended his index finger as a gesture of, 'one minute!' Then he turned on his heel and took a deep breath before spinning back around then down to one knee, the ring box opened and extended up toward her.
"Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett, will you continue being my best friend, will you continue to bring me soup when I'm sick and will you let me make you blueberry tea when you're mad at me so you don't stay mad at me and I know this is weird, I reckon this is the most bloody strange proposal in the entire world but I believe in fate and fate has twisted our two life lines together so tightly that if you say no I won't stop asking until you say yes because marrying your best friend is the best idea since the invention of that bloody amazing shampoo of yours but it even trumps that and I know, I'm rambling, I'm sorry, but this is the biggest prophecy I have ever had and it's the first one I want to be true so badly I think... I think I might have a heart attack if you let me keep rambling.."