"Come on Lan Fan," Ling yelled," They might catch us!" Ling and Lan Fan bolted out, clutching multiple assorted rolls, a carton of milk, a round 70 sausages, one ham, and a few boxes of Pocky. The cooks just laughed. They were quite used to this sort of thing by now. They even played along." That Ling, is he ever gonna propose to Ms. Lan Fan?" The souse chef asked. "Maybe just maybe." Princess Mei said, appearing at the door.

In throne room Ling and Lan Fan laid out their "steals. Lan Fan looked at Ling and blushed. She had always been infatuated with him. She wanted to marry him as well, and become his forever, he just hadn't asked yet.

Ling looked at Lan Fan and smiled. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was out of its bun and disheveled, but she couldn't have looked lovelier. He had gone over how he'd propose. He would stick the ring, a fine one, silver with a black pearl, on some Pocky sticks and had them to her. He was just so stunned by her, her eyes, her ways, the way her auto-mail creaked. She was his perfectly non-perfect angel..