Tuesday thinks Nisha's smart. One of the smartest people ever, probably. So her assessment of love seems correct. "It Is. That's how you know they're really dedicated. I want someone to break a bone, for me. I Hope I'm in love in February." This might be the blood rushing to her brain, but it feels like a viable hope, and she lets out a soft sigh as she sits up on to the branch, doing a casual push up with no hands in process. "And I'd make sure the ribbon got all the way up,of Course."