"50 daerens," Ellia said cheerfully. "She was confident that he'd be too shy to say anything." She pointed at Jack with her thumb. "But I believed in you. Nice work, you old dog!" (50 daerens is about 100 bucks. Yay for imaginary conversion rates!)
"50 daerens? That's pretty good," she commented, before pausing. "Wait a sec; how long have you two known?"
She paused, pursing her lips. "Well," she said, holding out the word. "We first started betting back when we raided that ship off the coast of Durnswick. I don't know if you remember, but you got that cut on your cheek and he cleaned it, and that kind of confirmed our suspicions."
"He was way more careful with you than he was with anyone else," Ellia said casually. "Plus, he got all nervous and fumble-y when you were around."
"We couldn't either," Ellia said. "After the last bet didn't go through, we were considering telling you."
"I guess we'll just have to bet on when he proposes," Ellis said cheekily, descending down the ladder. "See you!"
Jack was bright red, and he cleared his throat. "Interesting is the right word for it. Now everyone will know, I suppose."
He gave her a look, her cheeks turning an even deeper red. "Avice, I love you dearly, but we got together yesterday. Are you sure you want to talk about proposals?"
He was quiet for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. "Do you want to get married?" he asked, with a slight cock of his head. "Not necessarily to me, or anything. Just in general."
