Rolling her eyes, the look on Caroline's face for a moment can only be described as withering. "Yes, in fact. Fun. Not boring, because we walked there from Neal's building, and we sight-saw on the way." Pausing, she shrugs. "He knows about art, and I... sort of like hearing people talk about it. And looking at it-- It's just... nice." She was actually blushing, but she looked back at Neal. "And then we got dinner and I went home, but... yeah. Nice. It was.... nice, and just-" She's talking herself in circles, but it's clear from the way she looks at Neal, she really does like him.

Maybe even Like him, with a capital L, for all that she's not exactly some starry-eyed high school teenager.