Elena once thought those parts of her were long gone. She liked to ascertain there was more to her than a gloomy graveyard girl, but she'd had her doubts. After the accident, after so many things that followed, she'd forgotten how to live. Maybe a part of her hadn't always wanted to. She's older and wiser now, and she isn't the sad girl lingering in the cemetery anymore. She knows life is hard, and sometimes it will break your heart, but she also knows there's this.

She shrieks and steps back to avoid the sprinkles - but not before dabbing some caramel onto his nose.

"You say that like you've ever minded before!"

Better act fast, Matt. Elena's darting off on a run with a batch of whipped cream in hand.