Thanks to everyone who put the story on their favorites or alerts list and to those who reviewed… Here's your reaction from the Diner Waitresses as requested by 'jsboneslover'… hope you like… let me know what you think…

Also, sorry, but I have to somewhat close requests for this story because A. I think I've hit everyone significant in their lives and even everyone not so significant. and B. I started this story as a one-shot... the proposal... By the time this is all posted there will be 31 chapters of reactions (and that's because I put all the squinterns in 1 chapter if I didn't I'd be up to 36.) However I am saying that I am only somewhat closing requests, you can still request a person that I have not done or is not on the list of people I haven't posted (I will put the list of who I have left at the bottom) and if I think that they are significant in the series and think of a good idea for them quickly I will write it. Sorry to do this but I have a couple other Bones stories I'm working on that I want to go focusing on.

I am also planning on at some point writing a sequel to this one of the actual wedding if there is an interest. Is there an interest?

This one I have in first person from one of the waitress's point of view.

The Waitresses at the Royal Diner

I saw them walking into the diner as usual for dinner. They were bickering about something as usual and their daughter wasn't with them so I am guessing that she was being watched by one of their friends.

I saw him nod to me and knew that he meant for me to put in their standard order.

A short moment later, I was at their table with their drinks. I almost dropped them when I saw the ring that was on her finger. I was able to quickly compose myself before they noticed and put their drinks on the table. I quickly left the table after telling them their food should be out shortly.

I quickly grabbed one of the other waitresses and one of my closest friends and dragged her back to the kitchen.

"What?" she asked. I could see that she was somewhat amused by my seemingly frantic state.

"He finally asked her!"

"What?" She wasn't following what I was telling her.

"Agent Booth finally asked Dr. Brennan to marry him! You should have seen the ring!"

"Ok, maybe you are under too much stress and are seeing things now. They were dancing around each other for so long that now you just want to see a ring so you are. Maybe you need a break."

"I know what I saw!"

"Are you sure that it's not just because it's your week in the betting pool?" I saw that their food was now ready.

"Fine. You go bring them their food and let me know if you see the ring too."

"Fine." I watched as she grabbed the food and left the kitchen. I decided to wait there for a few moments, knowing that she'd be back.

I was right. After she dropped off the food she came back, eyes wide.

"Holy crap. Did you see that ring? They were even bickering about who was making the arrangements for the wedding, whether they were going to be able to do them themselves or if Angela was going to take over." She sounded slightly dazed to me.

"Told you. Now I believe that you pointed out that it was my week in the betting pool…" I said trailing off.

"Yeah, yeah… go claim your prize at the end of your shift." She started to leave the kitchen but turned back to me for a minute. "Don't forget his pie and their coffees."

"Yeah, I know." I started getting that stuff together to bring out to them by putting on a fresh pot. I also took care of a couple of other tables as I was waiting for the coffee to brew.

When I got back to the kitchen I poured two mugs of coffee for them and cut a slice of our apple pie for him. I brought all three items out to their table and put the coffees down first followed by the pie in front of him. I noticed that he looked slightly sick after I put the pie on the table.

"Are you alright?" I asked him. "You look slightly sick."

"Fine," he said to me. "I just realized that I'm not really as hungry as I thought I was."

"I can have it wrapped up for you to bring home with you later if you would like."

"No!" he said quickly, and somewhat loudly, making me jump slightly from being startled. "Sorry," he apologized, flashing me a smile. God, I'm jealous. She must have gotten one of the last hot guys on the planet that is actually caring. I'll be sure that my husband never finds out about that thought of mine though. He may be sweet but over the years he's started to go bald and get fat and just really isn't the eye candy he used to be anymore. I was brought out of my current musings by his rambling explanation of how it didn't pay because he probably wouldn't have enough room for it later anyway either. She then got my attention when she started speaking.

"Booth, your fear is irrational," she told him. I thought that was an interesting comment. That was a new one. Him being afraid of pie. He just had it a few days ago here and practically swallowed it whole.

"Bones, I'm not afraid of pie. I'm just slightly hesitant about what is actually in the pie now," he told her. I thought that they forgot that I was standing there until I saw her look to me.

"Will you please explain to him that there is nothing circular and metal baked into the pie and that he does not need to worry about swallowing anything inedible?" Ok, now I was really confused.

"Um, what?"

"I baked a ring into a pie to propose to him. He ate the ring and is now afraid that if he eats another pie he might eat another ring which is absolutely ridiculous because I don't believe anyone else would propose to him or bake a ring into a pie for him." I had no idea how I was supposed to respond to that. Thankfully he saved us all from that weird conversation by asking for the bill.

"Right," I said, hurrying away from the table to go add it up. I quickly brought it over to them and made my escape before they could drag me into another weird discussion.

I was waiting on another table as I saw them stand up and get ready to leave. I could still hear them bickering about something as they walked out of the diner. I just shook my head slightly about those two while listing to these customers' orders. I've gotten good enough over the years where I don't need to have my sole focus on writing down orders. They caught my attention though when they made a comment about those two.

"Wow, why were they here together if they hate each other?" I just laughed as I realized that they were from out of town and had no idea that it was normal for them.

"They've been regulars here for years and honestly, you should be more worried when they are being polite to each other. That's when you know something is wrong. They love to bicker and it works for them." He just shook his head, clearly in disbelief but didn't say anything else. I went to go put in their orders.

I was thinking as I did that though. Maybe my friend was right. Maybe I should take a break and go on vacation for a while before they do send me to the happy house. I'll have to talk it over with my husband later and look at our schedules…

So that was the waitress... let me know what you think... can we get 9 reviews for an early chapter?

Ok, so the people I still have left are: Brennan's classmates, Oliver Laurier, Tutti, Angela's Dad, and two surprises who I will still not name.