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She grinned a little, watching him. "Okay."
"That sounds ominous," he said suspiciously. "What is the truth?"
She frowned slightly. "I'm not really sure.. Could you give me an example?"
He squinted at her. "Now wait just a second. You didn't make your intentions clear!"
"Hm," she murmured, tapping her chin. "I suppose.. I just really love dancing, and everything about ballet."
He flushed, looking a little surprised. "Oh! You were?"
She tilted her head slightly, watching him curiously. "Okay."
He watched her fondly. "Okay.. I should probably finish up the planning room.."
"Well, that and it was very fun. Plus the storyline of it is interesting."
His thumb brushed her cheek. "With your help."
She looked thoughtful. "I was 13 and it going to give me the opportunity to be scouted for some of the best places to learn as I got older." She...
He laughed breathlessly. "It's a little stressful."
She tilted her head. "That's a big question," she said. "Uh.. Probably my first important ballet recital.. It kinda started everything."
"It should be soon.." He sighed. "Jeez.."
She laughed a little. "Goulash."
"I have to decide," he said, looking up at the ceiling with a frown. "And figure it out."
She hesitated, looking down at the menu. "..Cornmeal."
He laughed a little. "Yes. Obviously."
"I said it sounds bland," she said matter-of factly, folding her hands.
He gave her a small smile, his thumb brushing her cheek. "Yeah.."
