Clare was now done packing up the food she had made for Simon's and her picnic. She had therefore curled up on their sofa and started to sketch. She sketched Simon, turned the page and she sketched herself. She sketched an evil-looking Sebastian and was about to start on his side-kick when she heard a harsh knock at the door. Sighing, she got up from her comfortable position on the sofa, stretched lazily and walked over to the door. She looked through the peep-hole, only to spy Sebastian admiring himself through the glass. Groaning, she started debating on whether or not to pretend to be ill or away and not open the door. Sebastian pounded at the door. Sighing, she cracked the door open, slightly.
"Sebastian," Clare said, through the crack, "What a... pleasant surprise."
Sebastian barged through the door. Clare sighed behind him, hurriedly putting away her new sketchpad, leaving her very old one out. There were already mud stains on that one.
"Isn't it though?" Sebastian said. Clare already wanted to punch him. He was so full of himself. "I'm just full of surprises. You know, Clare, there's not a girl in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes. This is the day..." Sebastian caught sight of himself in a low-hung mirror and licked his teeth clean. Clare recoiled instinctively. "This is the day your dreams come true."
Clare gave a small, forced laugh and put her hands on her hips. "What do you know about my dreams, Sebastian?" She challenged. She hated the way he assumed things about her, but she knew where this was going, didn't like it, and already had a plan to change the ending.
"Plenty." Sebastian boasted (to whom, Clare wasn't sure, but she sure as hell wasn't impressed). "Here, picture this." He plopped himself down in a chair and propped his mud-covered feet up on Clare's book. She tried her hardest to breath slowly and not to take the knife from her pocket and stab him to death. He started to kick his muddy boots off and wiggled his toes through his hole-covered socks. "A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little wife, massaging my feet, while the little ones play with the dogs." Clare was absolutely disgusted, and was sure that her face was showing it. Simon was always telling her that her face was an open book. Sebastian shoved his face up close to Clare's. "We'll have six or seven."
"Dogs?" Clare asked, pretending to be naïve and innocent. Really, she knew what he was talking about, and certainly didn't like it. Eurgh! It made her want to throw up.
"No, Clare!" Sebastian looked astonished, like the thought of having few kids and many dogs was an idea that had never occurred to him before. "Strapping boys, like me!"
"Imagine that." Clare repeated, turning away, trying to calm herself down. If this was his way of proposing, he was certainly getting a 'no'. She picked up her art book and placed it on the shelf. She thought she saw Simon's socks on the top of the stairs, but she was sure Simon said he would be taking a shower right before Sebastian nearly broke down their door.
"And do you know who that wife will be?"
"Let me think." Clare replied, monotonously and sarcastically.
"You, Clare!" Sebastian cornered Clare.
Clare nimbly ducked under Sebastian's arms, for once thanking her short stature. "Sebastian, I'm speechless. I really don't know what to say..."
Sebastian started moving everything out of his way until he cornered her against her front door. Clare smiled. She had him exactly where she wanted him. "Say you'll marry me."
Clare reached behind her for the doorknob. "I'm very sorry, Sebastian, but I just don't deserve you." She quickly opened the door outward. She again ducked out under Sebastian's arms and watched as he fell forward into a huge puddle of mud.
Raphael immediately orchestrated the band to play 'Here Comes the Bride'. Clare's door opened inwards and Sebastian's boots were thrown out. Excited, Raphael turned, only to see Sebastian with his legs in the air, body-deep in mud. He stopped the band and Sebastian's red face popped up, with Clare's pig on his head. Sebastian shook his head violently, and the pig fell off into the mud.
"So?" Raphael asked, trying not to laugh at his friend's misfortune. "How did it go?"
Angrily, Sebastian grabbed Raphael by the neck, close to choking him and spat out, "I'll have Clare for my wife, make no mistake about that!" He dropped Raphael into the mud and got out, stomping.
Raphael turned to the pig and said, "Touchy!"