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She was quiet for a moment before looking down brushing it quickly, sending the dust into the air.
"Tada!"
He gave her a small smile. "Should we ask around?"
She turned her head, shunning him.
"Why do you want the dust to fly?"
He kept steady, listening to the music.
He offered her the flower. "We shall find it."
"I'm just going to ignore you."
"Why's that?"
He nodded, starting to dance.
He exchanged some coins for flowers before turning to Eden. "Now we can see it!"
"Why not both?"
"I remember how. Just a little rusty."
He frowned. "Yeah, kind of."
"Ouch, my feelings."
"Yeah, but it helps gather the dirt better."
"Hm.. It depends on the type really. I think this is ballroom."
"Festival?" he asked curiously. "What festival?"
She rolled her eyes. "Maybe I am."
She laughed slightly before easily starting to sweep.
