Dean rescued the dessert plates from inside the fridge, and even though he knew the ring was in the one on the right, had made up a rhyme to remember it and everything, he couldn't help sticking a spoon in it until he heard a clink. Satisfied, Dean stuck a berry over the spot and reemerged, carrying the dessert as carefully he might have a newborn child.

"Here you go," he said, sticking it in front of her with an almost overwhelming roll of nerves through his insides. Eyes wide, he looked down at the dessert, then her.