Without being aware that we are doing it, J and I switch back and forth between English and Spanish when talking to each other.
Last night, while watching a movie, someone on screen was proposing.
The following conversation ensued:
Me: In what language did you propose to me?
Me: *awkward stare*
J: In the language of looooove, of course!
Another uncomfortable moment that resolved with both of us laughing hysterically.
PS. I should also mention that I actually don't remember in what language he proposed (but don't tell him, he he).