"Katherine." Travis says, sitting with Katie at camp, watching the Fourth of July fireworks. His words are hard to make out, since he has a s'more stuffed in his mouth.

"What?" Katie snaps. "And don't call me Katherine."

Then he says something which sounds like "will you carry me?"

"No!" Katie barks. The look on Travis's face is fleeting and hurt. "I will not carry you, and chew with your mouth closed, Travis Stoll!"

Hearing this, Travis swallows, and starts to laugh, and soon Katie joins, even if she doesn't understand what exactly is so funny.

"What?" she asks, giggling.

Travis smirks, getting on one knee. "I didn't ask if you would carry me. What I asked, Katherine Maria Gardener, is will you marry me?"

Katie's jaw drops open. "Well, duh."