“I don’t know. You sure picked up the lion cub fast enough,” he immediately teases. And she’s been graceful through it too, in spite of the two of them bumping into Nida and his own dance partner.

But she doesn’t need to know, nor does Squall for that matter, that he had front row tickets to that. He’ll save her childish tongue sticking out for another day.

“Flow with the cats. Move when they move. It is it’s own kind of dance.”