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[ There's a little fumbling with the communicator, and a girl's voice speaking away from the mic (No, no, it's okay, I-I've got it--) before the camera turns in her hands to show two faces that are probably familiar on the network after all these (crazy) years. There may or may not be a little nervous energy. (or a lot.)

Abby glances at Jaime for a moment before turning to address the feed. ]

Uh-- so, yeah, hi, Network. [ She clears her throat a little. ] It's Abby. Again. Hope you guys all, er-- had a nice Thanksgiving? And. Yeah.

[ A hesitation. She totally doesn't know what she's doing. ]

Soooo. Anyway. Me and Jaime... We kinda have something to tell everyone? A-And we figured we better give the good news before, like, it got out some other way, with naked Santas or somethinnn-- ehhhhhh.

[ She makes a face, like she didn't really mean to say that, lifting her hands pull briefly at her own cheeks as she gets progressively more mortified. ]

What I mean is--

What she means is – [ Jaime fidgets and grabs a squirming Abby arm, holding it up and tilting her hand to be shown. ]

See that? [ The ring, y'all. ] I put that there. As in I asked if she'd marry me [ Grinning at her, rather than the camera. ] and she said well, I GUESS...

Dude! No way, I totally said yes. Yes times a million, okay? [ His grin is apparently infectious. Because when she looks at him, her nervousness goes away and she's smiling pretty big. ] So, yeah.

We're getting married.

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[waving a little, grinning back.] Thanks, chica. You'll be there for sure, yeah?

Yes definitely. Do you know when yet?

[pointing at Abby.] It's all her. I relinquish my date-picking rights on the grounds I have no idea what the science behind it is. It's not my kind of science.