Lincoln almost choked on his own drink as he lifted the beer to his lips and took a mouthful just as she said that. Two tickets to the opening game was... ridiculously perfect and Lincoln was kind of hoping that his friend wasn't going to get all romantic and take Sam. Maybe they could get a third ticket.

"Forget Roosevelt, marry me. We'll make it work with Lee, wait don't tell her I said that because I'm joking. Just... wow, seriously?" Lincoln asked in vague disbelief before letting out a long breath. "I made him something for his place, that is just... you're the worst, I can't out do that."