"Who said there was harm in it? Ain't no harm in it! Only harm I can see is in the fact that y'all ain't givin' me a straight answer because you're enjoyin' watchin' me suffer entirely too much!" Jazz huffed, flinging her hands up into the air -- and, midway through the action, catching a glimpse of Indie's left hand as she pushed her hair back.
She paused. She looked. She looked again. Yep, that would be a ring. On the ring finger of the left hand, where wedding bands traditionally went. Usually she would dismiss it as just another piece of jewelry, probably on the only finger it would fit, but with these shenanigans there was an entirely different conclusion her mind was working towards. "You little sneaks, you did!" Oddly enough, there was no accusation in Jazz's voice this time. Instead there was delight mixed with approval, though she still didn't look too pleased that they'd kept it from her. "Of all the damned unlikely couples in the world! But I'm pleased for you, I am. Just a shock is all. The two of you married!"