Ask for her hand

Just as you're about to, you seize up. Your plans and preparedness fly away from you, and suddenly it is as though there weren't the disaster happening. "Sir... before we finish planning to get out of here, there's something I've been wanting to ask you about..." A single raised eyebrow. He knows. "Your daughter, Rosie, I really like her. May I ask her to marry me?" There, and in the next moment it seems as though time has frozen.

"I was wondering if you were going to get around to asking that. I had started to worry you two might be fooling around" He didn't need to know about the more intense makeouts you've had. "You have my blessing. Now, I've prepared the basics, plus a couple meagre luxuries, what I could get in over the weight limit. What's the plan?"