"Nope," she said. To the idea of standing up on her own, not to the schedule or the kiss. Which presumably he'd gather from her wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him, hard. (If sloppily.) "That's missing a day, isn't it? Monday Tuesday Thursday the other thing. Ooooooooone of 'em's not there. What if I forget what day it is an' do it wrong?"

She didn't give him a chance to reply, because she needed to kiss him again.

She liked his nose.