She looked at him doubtfully. Did he seriously want an answer to that?

"First off," Nina said, in a terribly posh voice, "the squirrels are drunken little menaces. So their opinions are... interesting, at times."

Nina loved the squirrels. They were amazing. They were still weird little drunkards.

"That being said, it's probably my fault they've got glitter flags of you and me," she admitted, a bit sheepishly. "Uh, they do that when they think people would be cute together?????? But then there's also the whole thing where you're really not that into me??????? So they get confused?????????"

What? Nina wasn't stupid. They were friends but the level of flail he exhibited around her was not... what she thought he'd show, towards a girl he liked.

She shrugged a little. "Mostly, they like you. Think you're a bit dweeby????? And giggle about your boyfriends back home???????????"