"Gonna beat up every dummy that doesn't think I'm jazzy?" There's a laugh in her voice, and a fondness. If he's going to be sappy, she will too. It's allowable, given the circumstances.

She snorts, stretching up on her tip toes before offering him a hand. Mostly to help him up, a little because she's not quite ready to let go yet. "Might be one of the smartest ideas you've had, KK. Color me impressed." Her grin turns sly, the half second warning she's descending back into being a little shit. "Know where I can find one?"