If it gets glitter everywhere, she'll probably sweep it over the edge of her treehouse and claim that pixies were peeing glitter as she did. Look, as far as she knew, that was as reasonable an excuse as any.

She'd been thrown into a land of magic and fairy tales and she had no idea why her potential set her apart from anyone else. What, was Sarah Silverman going to retire or something and there would be an opening in the women's comedy niche she could fill? Would she and Josh make the baby who found the cure to cancer? What?

"Okay. Thanks." Ari took the box with a hand she would swear 'til her dying day was not shaking, thankyouverymuch, and slowly peeled back the packaging. Inside was a small, crushed black velvet ring box.

And inside that was her engagement ring. Which fit perfectly on her left ring finger, the finger that had been feeling rather lonely without its company.

And she's not going to cry. "Thank you. I really owe you one. My name's Ari, I'm from Manhattan. Thanks for, you know. Not opening this and pawning it off."