As Jaakuna and Savayna rushed to the Medic Bay, Grant watched them. He looked at Emiri, who shrugged. Once everything was ready and off the stove, the two went over and wandered to the Medic Bay. The two stuck their heads in just in time to see Wesley and Nadeline get up off the floor. Why were they on the floor in the first place? Grant was obviously displeased at the fact that yet again Wesley and Nadeline were caught in the middle of a make out session. He crossed his arms as he and Emiri entered, obviously awaiting an explanation. Emiri was just curious than anything. Nothing seemed wrong, so why was there a scream?

Nadeline smiled, though she bit her lip as she squeezed Wesley's hand. She looked absolutely elated, a clear opposite from yesterday and this morning. She sniffled lightly, almost dancing in place. Grant had the strangest feeling he was not going to like what she was about to say. "[b]He asked...no, that is to say...[/b]" She giggled feverishly, as if she had a big secret to tell--which she did. She took in a deep breath and held Wesley's arm, pulling him to her. "[b]We--We're engaged![/b]" She squealed with clear delight, happily jumping up and down.

Grant visibly blanched, torn between wanting to congratulate the two and wanting to strangle Wesley. Emiri gasped, clearly surprised, but she too let out a shrill squeal. "[b]Congratulations![/b]" She cried, and Nadeline released Wesley long enough to recieve Emiri's hug.