Better than going dancing after eating, and hurling your dinner all over me because you've been swung upside-down one too many times. But— fair point. You could borrow my shower again.

[ again, he says, just like all the little breadcrumbs she's been peppering throughout their various conversations: those hints and nudges and promising that they'll do a repeat. they'll see each other again. this isn't a one-off. for two people whose schedules are so sporadic and unpredictable and unconventional, it's actually a comfort to hear. an attempt at some kind of solid foundation and predictability. ]

And anyway, Belova, I fully expect you to show me up. Wouldn't be right otherwise. Aren't you technically a ballerina?