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You follow Daifuku to the hall closet, where you find a bottle of super-premium sake tucked under some spare blankets and pillows.

"To answer the question about how I managed to procure this, all I will say is that it was achieved with great difficulty."

You take the bottle, grab the appropriate glassware for the two of you and pour the most expensive drinks of your entire life. You set one near Lamy's sleeping form and put the other near yourself. Then, with Daifuku looking on attentively, you set the ring box next to Lamy's glass and wait for her eyes to flutter open.

She sees your face before the ring or the drink, and smiles with her characteristic warmth and welcomes you home. Only after noting your eyes shifting downwards to what sits before her does she perk up from her drowsiness. She looks to the box immediately, and her eyes widen. She shifts back and forth between you and the box robotically as she processes the information she sees. When she sees Daifuku floating nearby, she looks at him with an accusatory stare.

"D-Daifuku! You were supposed to tell him before he-"

Lamy's scolding is put on pause when Daifuku wordlessly nods, a small smile crossing his face. This entirely halts her train of thought once more.

"You couldn't have. Th-that's…but he's right here!" Lamy waves in your direction, suddenly bursting with energy.

"I am bound by our contract to follow your commands to the letter. I showed him everything I was told to."

Lamy steals a few quick glances in your direction before readying herself with a deep breath. She turns to face you and looks into your eyes, the intensity of her complex expression betraying her nervousness.

You've decided the confusion has gone on long enough. You walk over to Lamy and try to put every ounce of affection you have into the most reassuring hug you can muster. It's not going to purge every moment of suffering from her 210 year long life, but it's a promise that you aren’t going to let her be along ever again. At first she wiggles and writhes, but eventually Lamy sinks into your chest while you stroke the top of her head, your hand smoothing out her shy blue hair which had been displaced due to her nap.

"But I'm so cold. I've been cold for so many years. You don't want to hold something so cold…" Lamy chokes out this criticism of herself as your shirt begins to dampen as she digs herself into it.

"You feel really warm right now.", you whisper into her ear.

It's true. As you've gotten to know Lamy, she's gotten warmer and warmer very literally. She used to be cold to the touch except when she was absolutely drunk, but her body temperature has gotten higher and higher. Perhaps that's her human half kicking in. She looks up at you from your chest and her cheeks are rosy as more positive feelings begin to well up and show on her face.

"Okay!" Lamy smacks her cheeks as a method of regaining her composure. "If I'm the only person feeling nervous, I should just let you take care of me."

With one hand she covers her eyes, and the other is extended towards you. Grabbing the ring box, you slide the ring onto her finger and wait for her to uncover her eyes. Not even taking a moment to look at the ring, she leaps into your embrace, whispering a series of raspy"thank you"s and "I love you"s.

With her resting her head up against you, Daifuku floats over to your glass and levitates it (?) until it reaches your hand. You pick up Lamy's and hand it to her.

"Don't worry, I purchased the kind of sake that does not require chilling.", Daifuku adds, in what you assume is a joke to lighten the mood.

"Cheers!" Lamy chants as she points her glass to you own.

"Cheers." you reply, feeling relief and satisfaction well up in your chest.

You sip your drink and spend the rest of the evening listening to Lamy's thoughts on what kind of venue would be best to house all of the crazy character she wants to invite to the ceremony. She settles on something outside in the Summer.

"Something warm would be best, I think."

"Yeah, warm suits us best."

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