"Well, yeah!" Peter gestures in the general direction of the phone. "You saw Liz! You know what she looks like! She's a senior and I'm a sophomore, and -- and look at her!"

He gestures again.

"She's gorgeous and smart and funny and --"

Peter stops. He's still stunned by this whole realization. He'd thought her I know had been an I know of acknowledgement. Not a Han Solo I know of I like you, too.