Ever since she’d come to the sudden realization of muzzlejob mechanics on a hot afternoon while eating a popsicle, she’d been all too enthusiastic about sharing her discovery with you. Apparently she was unaware that it was a common thing, and frequently boasted about how good she is at coming up with romantic ideas without having to read sappy books. You didn’t have the heart to tell her it wasn’t that uncommon. As far as she was concerned, the two of you were the only ones in the world who got to enjoy it, and you were fine letting her believe it. Besides, she did figure it out without anyone telling her so she isn’t wrong about being creative.