The metaphorical lightbulb clicks on. Wash's jaw drops. "Wait. Bernard got you that? As...you mean as a proposing-marriage-thing?"

He really can't stop staring now. This is the kind of extravagence you only hear about on the Core: useless trinkets for rich folks with nothing better to spend their money on. But she's talking about it with a casualness that's almost disturbing; it strikes Wash that this might be like the fresh produce -- not so much of a rarity for these people -- and he reigns in some of the envy that's bubbled up. "Wow."

Then, a geniune grin as it really hits him. "Congratulations, Tonks! That's great."