"A promise, that... I'm in this seriously," Kate said, softly. "That I really, really want to make things work even after I move away, and that I'm really doing my best to keep from fucking up again."

She popped the box open and held it out for him. Inside there was a silver ring, slightly domed, and engraved with the words 'CRUSTUM ANGLICUS' which... she figured wasn't even halfway correct Latin, and was kind of closer in meaning to 'Anglian pastry' than what she'd originally wanted, but it was the thought that counted, right?

And she was watching his reaction nervously right now.