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Exactly. [Martin nods sagely.] Take turns with a cricket bat.

As long as we don't do it blindfolded.

Of course not. Why would we give him the chance that we'd miss?

Sporting chance, maybe. Then again he never gave us one.

[darkly, bitterly:] No, he didn't.

[a beat.]

I wonder what falls out if we break him open.

Probably more eyes.

[he couldn't exactly say why, but Martin laughs.]

Maybe those chocolate balls with foil to look like eyes, if we're lucky.

When are we ever that lucky.

Good point, but maybe just this once-

I'd like to hope so.

Wouldn't we all?

[something catches the light; something he's been trying to avoid because of the coiling sensation in his gut. but he smiles.]

...I haven't congratulated you yet. So...congratulations.

[He blinks at him confused. Congratulations....?

Oh.

He looks down at the ring, his everything going a bit soft.]

Thank you...

Do you both have one?

No, he. [Sigh. It's all fond though.] He only got mine and his own on layaway.

Oh, if he'd asked me-

[Martin shuts his mouth suddenly, and his expression goes dark.]

Now that I don't have to pay for a home, I...have some extra.

...That's sweet of you Martin. You don't have to, I have a few ideas.

I'd like to. Consider it a gift?

...Let's talk to Algric about it?

Alright.

[smiling softly, Martin places a reassuring hand at Jonah's elbow.]

...I'm happy for you.

...Thank you, Martin.

Give your Jon some time. He'll come around too.

I-

[HOW DARE YOU JONAH. catching him off-guard like that. Martin nearly dies on the spot.]

It's okay, I, ah. I-it's early days, and I'm not- I don't. Erm. Expect...anything like that...

[but he wants it]

But you want it.

[He glances down at his ring again. Awed.]

He'll get there. He'd have to be an idiot.

Don't peek in my head.

I didn't have to.

Th-then. Then fine. So I want it. B-but it's stupid.