Ava blinks.

Then she giggles. There's kind of a hoarse quality to the sound, like her talent for laughter has gone rusty.

"Uhhh, me too dude." Not that she has people banging down her door, but getting hitched could be great advertising. "But I don't know: free food, a nice dress, presents ... and I don't have to mail any invitations!" Her nose wrinkles. "Besides, this doesn't really matter, does it? We're gonna forget once we go home."