"You were surviving on your own in a desert. That's so much cooler than I could ever be." The bitterness has left, and she just sounds resigned again. "And that does mean that most dancing I know is just kinda nodding my head."
Bobby watches everyone dancing for a moment before replying. "If you wanted to learn when your arm's better, there's plenty of people who could teach you." He almost suggests Apollo, but he doesn't know where teaching each other fits with their competing over everything, and he figures they could work that out themselves if she wanted to learn. "But I don't think you have any problem being cool, even if you're just nodding your head."
She smiles a little. "You're cool, too." She decides, with ultimate conviction. Dancing is one of those things for a Life, capital L, that she had never bothered imagining out. It's something that isn't for her. But that's a way too depressing thought, so she just shakes her head. "And I think I'll leave the dancing to the experts."
Bobby gives a short laugh, but he doesn't argue against her conviction despite disagreeing. "'Experts' is generous," he says instead, flipping through the book until he finds the page he'd noted when he'd peered over her shoulder and offering it back to her. "Thanks for sharing."
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