"No, I think it's alright," Jenny says, swallowing a laugh, after a moment of feigned consideration. "The occasion probably calls for it." Cheesy or not — and it is, horribly so — she thinks she likes that, if only for now, just because the term really is applicable now, and that's wonderful. She hates thinking of herself as the sort to harbor crushes, too far past that, but she can't pretend she hasn't wanted this for ages. "To us, then."