"This place, no," Jean gives easily enough in a generic way. "But all this?"

This silly foofaraw of a festival that she was pretty sure Logan wouldn't have done if they hadn't basically rounded a corner on it in the announcements on the way to look at this newest city with everyone else. All these booths, the kitch, everything. Done up in flowers and hearts. People making awkward and sweet romantic gestures, lovers and friends and family jostling everywhere, close together, arm in arm.

"I didn't think a Valentine's Festival would be the first place we might run into each other again." Because it bears saying, without a pause. "I'm glad to see you're looking better."