Maggie had started milling about behind the counter, quite ready to bag up whatever it was he wanted, rather intent on putting it all behind her. Lorcan had done what he could to get her to take those first steps toward her dream but clearly it just wasn't meant to be. She was ready to move on, she had up, but then the handsome man spoke. No, not just talked but proposed.

She stared at him then, slack jawed and eyes wide. Her grip on the tongs used to pick up treats slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground as she continued to stare at him.

"Merlin's beard," she started, continuing to stare in clear shock, "You're out of your ever loving mind. I can't marry you, Lorcan. Of all the crazy things to say."