Why “Bower”?
He builds.
A male bowerbird spends weeks building a bower — an arch of woven twigs, decorated with flowers, shells, anything beautiful he can carry. Not a nest. A gesture. Proof of effort.
She decides.
The female visits several bowers, inspects every detail, and chooses. No plumage contest. No pestering. The best effort, honestly judged, by the one whose choice it is.
That’s the whole app.
Real effort, made visible. Choice that belongs to the chooser. And a bower is also a real word — a sheltered place. That part matters most of all.