"We'll need to get you a dress then, love," he points out, mind already turning this problem over now that he's had a chance to freak out quickly.

"I wonder if Tendo is a licensed officiant..."

He's going to go off base tomorrow and get her a ring, something pretty and sparkling and beautiful, something that's delicate but strong, something that she can shove in the face of anyone who makes a smartass comment about their relationship. He wants her to be happy so badly, wants her to feel secure and loved.

"Do you want it to be a big thing?"