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As the waiter came over, he waved them off, looking Kerrigan in the eyes. He then felt his mind steel over, his resolve like admantium. The blood pulled back from his face, and sped up through his body. He slid off the seat to the floor, now kneeling on his left knee, holding up the small black case. 'Kerrigan Taylor, will you be my bride?' he asked, holding open the case, and revealing a rubied ring with two celtic triads holding in the ruby.

Sethe was himself speechless. What kind of reply do you give to it, anyways? It always eluded him. Just as if he'd asked someone out, and they'd said yes, what do you say? "Okay cool?" No, that was just stupid.

He simply stood back up, and set the ring case down on the table, still open, and in front of her. He leaned over the table, and kissed her back. 'I love you.' he said, hoping that was an appropriate reply to the answer she'd given.

Sethe smiled with glee. 'Thanks, I'd hoped you'd like it.' he replied. He then hailed the waiter over. 'I'll have a plate of spaghetti, heavy sauce, heavy mozzarella; a plate of lasagna, same amount of each as the previous, and that will be all.' he ordered.

The waiter looked at him with surprise.

'Oh wait, some macaroni and cheese, too. Make all three very large.'

The waiter's eyes went wide. 'Signor, are you sure?' the waiter asked.

'Completely.'

'Si, signor. E por signora?' the waiter asked, looking at Kerrigan. 'Oh, e congratulazioni, signor e signora.'

Ulrick would make his entrance to the Cafe` by opening the doors with an abrupt and harsh push with his right hand, the doors would be flung open which would slam into the walls slightly. He would make his way through the Cafe`, his heavy greaves pounding against the hard floor with every step he took, The chains on his heavy, black, thick armour would rattle uncontrollably until he would stop moving.

Upon reaching a small bar in which a bartender stood behind, he would take a seat upon one of the stools.

I would like your finest Ale, my good man.

The bartender would nod his head as he turned away from Ulrick to begin preparations on his drink. Ulrick would turn away from the bar and stare around the Cafe`, his eyes hidden by the sakkat he wore to cover his face from the light. Only his lower jaw was seen and it looked as though it was heavily scarred, all the way to underneath his chin at the start of his neck.

Heres your Ale, sir.

He would turn back around to face the bartender, he would take his left hand reach into his left pocket to pull out a small gold peice which he placed upon the counter in front of the bartender.

For your troubles.

He would turn back around, drink in hand. He would stare once again around the room as he took slow drinks from the glass.