Kids, we're almost at the end now. But there are a few important stories I haven't told you yet. Like this one about Uncle Barney and Aunt Robin, in the beginning of August 2012.

It was finally Friday night again, and the "work" week was over for Barney. He and Robin were sitting in their apartment eating Chinese and watching 'The girl with the dragon tattoo'

"How can he be alone with her, she's clearly the killer." He said irritably.

"Shut up! The killer is obviously…"

She was interrupted by her phone.

"Robin Scherbatsky." Her face got serious. "Yes, I did. Yeah, I am." She nodded. "Really? Oh my god, that's great. Yes, I realize that. No, not at all. Well, thank you." She hung up.

"What was that about?"

Robin hesitated. "That was ESPN. They want me to go to Finland."

"Finland? You can't go to Finland. It's super cold and like 3000 miles away."

"First of all, I'm from Canada, the 6th coldest country in the world. And second, do you even know where Finland is?"

Barney thought for a second.

"I know it's not in America."

"It's in Europe. ESPN is going to film a documentary there about ice hockey and they want me to be the interviewer. It's like, my dream job." She really did look excited about it.

Barney thought for a second again. "Allright. I'll do it. I'll move to Finland with you."

"Wow." Robin looked impressed. "You really have changed. But there's no need to move there. They're only filming for a few days every month, so I can commute there every fourth week."

"Oh." He shone up "That's great news! This calls for champagne." He got off the couch and opened the liquor cabinet.

"Hmm. Looks like we drank the last of it when we celebrated your homecoming to the US."

"Actually I might have celebrated a bit on my own when The Kanucks got their new goalie." Robin admitted "I'll go buy some more. I could use some fresh air anyway."

Robin came home to find Barney in front of the computer screen.

"Did you know that the average height of the Finland male is 6 feet?" he greeted her.

"Oh, really?" She said nonchalantly as she went to get glasses.

"Yes." He confirmed "And 83% of them prefer foreign reporters over local women."

Robin lifted one eyebrow in amusement. "Are you jealous?"

Barney turned around and looked at her in disbelief. "Right." He scoffed. "Jealousy is for people like Ted, who, despite what they might say to the contrary, don't have game. I'm awesome." His face turned neutral "On a totally different note, I got you a present." He handed her a small, beautifully wrapped, red box. "Just something for you to remember me by while you're off meeting tall European hockey players."

Now it was Robins turn to look disbelieving. "I was gone for like 5 minutes, how did you…"

He waved away her question. "Please."

She unwrapped the gift.

"Oh my god, Barney, is this a…"

"Robin Charles Scherbatsky," he was down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

Robin looked conflicted.

"No."

"No?" Barney looked like she had just slapped him hard across the face. "You're… You're…"

"Look, I'm sorry. But this is like the tenth time you've proposed to someone. It clearly means nothing to you. I do want to marry you, but I can't be the 10th girl you propose to. I just can't."

"Okay, I'm not going to pretend I haven't done things I'm not proud of in the past." He was standing again. "But I've changed now, you know I have. I can't change my past, I can only make sure I don't repeat the same mistakes in the future."

Robin sighed. "If you're really serious about this, then prove it."

"How?"

"I'm leaving for Finland in 3 weeks. If you really want to marry me, let's do it before then."