Dates with Jean were always an adventure. Actually, anything with Jean was an adventure; the other male had a habit of making something out of nothing (and not always in a positive way, to be honest). However, it was safe to say that lunch and dinner dates were usually the most predictable dates - or so Armin had thought. They typically behaved well together in public (Armin behaved well all the time, if he was being honest. It was Jean he had to worry about).
The dinner was normal; casual conversation, some small talk and some more in depth conversation mixed together, with some food from one of the local diners that the two of them frequented. At least, everything /had/ been normal until Jean had talked about proposing with an onion ring. Armin's first thoughts had been panic - how was he supposed to respond to a proposal? He didn't like surprises, especially not public ones. After the initial wave of internal flailing had passed, Armin had realized with blatant frustration at his own stupidity that Jean couldn't be serious. One couldn't propose with an onion ring - and so he said.
Jean's response was immediate and definite, and Armin's eyes widened. He almost couldn't tell if Jean was serious or not (Jean /knew/ that he sucked at this sort of social thing, at judging when people were sarcastic and when they weren't), and with the rising worry in him he decided he would have to treat it as a joke. It had to be a joke, right? Even if Jean couldn't afford a ring - neither of them could - he would make a serious proposal with something besides a fried vegetable ring.
"Jean, you aren't even on one knee for me." The blonde responded dryly, a smile curling at the edge of his lips as he took a sip from his drink. "You uncultured barn animal." He tacked on, before he leaned across the table and took a bite of the onion ring in Jean's hand. If Jean wanted to try again... well, there were plenty of rings in the basket.
