David: Gosh, you weigh alot.
Natalie: Oh shut your face.
Jamie: Beautiful Aurelia… I’ve come here with a view to asking you… to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person because I hardly knows you, but sometimes things are so transparency, they don’t need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England. Of course I don’t expecting you to be as foolish as me, and of course I prediction you say no but it’s Christmas and I just wanted to… check.
Aurelia: Thank you. That will be nice. Yes is being my answer. Easy question.
David: So, not quite as secret as we’d hoped.
Natalie: What do we do now?
David: Smile. Little bow. And a wave.
“Dear sir, Dear David, Merry Christmas and I hope you have a very happy New Year. I’m very sorry about the thing that happened. It was a very odd moment and I feel like a prize idiot. Particularly because - if you can’t say it at Christmas, when can you, eh? I’m actually yours. With love, your Natalie.”