“Beggars can’t be choosers, babe,” Floyd sings, pulling the ring you’d accidentally choked on out of his pocket with an “Ah-ha!”

He takes your hand and slips the ring on. Floyd is silent, merely stares at the silver band with a tender look in his eyes.

“If I ask now, will you say yes?” he asks.

You are in the middle of a dirty parking lot, and he did nearly kill you by putting the ring in your dinner. But—well, Floyd wouldn't be in the mood later, so he’s doing this right now.