[In perhaps any other circumstance, Jasmine would be utterly perturbed by the language and may consider it quite rude. But at this particular moment, she can't think of any better way to articulate her feelings, so she storms over to the bench and plops herself down next to him. Thanks to the nearby poinsettias, her response still comes out softer than expected.]
Uno.
When you find out, I would love to know.