"Oh baby!.... is that silver?" Your instantaneous joy at being proposed to was just as quickly marred by the realization.

You wanter to say yes, but if you allowed that ring to touch your finger, you could die... you think.

*Wait, a silver bullet can kill you, but it won't kill you if it just touches you, right?"

Your partner looks up at you expectantly, and slowly growing nervous at your hesitation.

You can't let them stay on their knees any longer. You extend your finger and immediately your skin begins to burn. Like, literally burn. Smoke began to rise where the ring touched your hand and you hurriedly took it off.

"Ah, sorry. I should've told you this earlier. I'm allergic?" The statement came out as more of a question as you struggled for something that your partner would believe. And surprisingly, they did.

God, your poor, sweet, stupid partner. They rushed back to the jeweler and exchanged it for a ring of gold. Now all you had to do was find some excuse for why you couldn't be around during the full moon