Shivering a little with the open door, Jenny nevertheless keeps smiling at the thought of that, barely able to take her eyes off him except when she has to. It was one thing to have agreed to help yesterday, before he ever mentioned wanting to be something more than friends; she was still glad to do it, but everything's changed now. Being his girlfriend, which she can only suppose is what this is, makes her practically a hostess, a responsibility in its own right that she can't help looking forward to. "Well, you'll have any assistance you need from me," she says, as if that weren't something already settled. "God, it's freezing."