Sioda reaches into her pocket, grumbling about dumb too-tight pockets bleh meragraaogrowoij etc.

Out comes The Box. We've all seen it somewhere and it always looks a little different on the surface, but we always know what it is.
Inside The Box, appropriately, is The Ring. The Ring has always existed, even if it's not technically a ring---it's sometimes been a necklace, or a sword, or something brought about by will and determination.
In this case it is indeed a ring, gold with an orange topaz set in it.
Angela Goswell, will you marry me?
((Beans finally makes something actually happen and doesn't let it trail off into nothing! NO WAY IT'S REAL!))