Author's Note: Drabble, may turn into a longer fic. SnowBaz, enjoy. Review please.

Simon Snow is a bloody ridiculous boyfriend. And not for his usual moronic reasons either.

Simon Snow doesn't believe that he deserves to get married.

Okay, that isn't exactly true. Snow does not believe is that he deserves to be won over in magickal marriage rituals. But I haven't been waiting for Penny to go first and propose to Micah already so that I can back out of wooing Snow.

One of the things I wondered, when I wasn't antagonizing over loving Snow, was which one of us would go through the courting rituals. Simon Snow, the greatest Mage, could hold the world in his hands and give it to me. Though he probably would have just blown up instead.

But that isn't an issue anymore, is it?

Penny did stop time for Micah, which was incredibly impressive. As a result, there aren't many minutes to read in the magickal records (ha). I've contemplated trying to put magic back in Snow, but thought better of it. He's already been through therapy to get over not having it anymore, so it'd probably best not to reopen old wounds.

I could spell down the stars (my mother hung the moon, so I'm sure I could). It would remind Snow of when we were younger, just before everything got more and less complicated.

I could make a play on 'snow,' maybe. But I have more of a knack for fire magic.

Maybe fireworks? Too mundane. This is Simon, it has to be impressive.

It has to make him feel worthy. (Snow feels unworthy of me, Aleister Crowley, I never thought I'd be saying that.)

I wanted to propose before Christmas, but at this rate I'll never get anything together. At least I already got his gift: the recipe for sour cherry scones from Cook Pritchard, plus a fresh batch to be delivered on Christmas Eve. (Plus the ring. If I can manage. Maybe I should ask Bunce for help…)