The word "squee" was very likely invented for the sound Jubilee made as she slammed bodily into her mentor, squeezing him as best one can squeeze a mass of solid muscle over adamantium--not exactly a cuddly figure!
"I did do a damned good job, if I say so m'self," she declared, loosening her grip on him so she could stand up straight in front of him and stick out her chest proudly. Then she realized she hadn't much of a chest to stick out proudly. She settled for straightening her shoulders and pulling up her chin. "'Course, that Sinister jerk still took half the kids, but a bunch of people got 'em back..."
Jubilee grinned at him and wrapped both of her smaller arms around his muscular one. "Pizza inside, you hungry? You won't believe all the stuff that went down while you were gone. Where you been, anyway? You called, like, yesterday!" Still babbling, she dragged him towards the Mansion doors, completely forgetting that others still needed to be called in for dinner.