
Cally blushed harder. "Um."

Cally blushed. "You'd be surprised."

"Not really," Cally sighed. "I'm pretty boring.

"Not really," Cally said, wrinkling her nose. "It means I'm talking to myself."

"Hmm?" Cally mumbled, focused on her feet. "Oh. I don't know. She's not very talkative."

Cally went along with the dancing. She was getting better at it, she thought.

Cally stumbled and adjusted herself. "Yep."

"Lots," Cally said. "Cakes and pastries, mostly. But I can make cookies too."

"So is baking," Cal mumbled.

Cally did so. "You're much better than me."

Cally sighed. "If you say so."

Cally tried to relax, but didn't do a very good job. "I'm bad at this."

"Okay," Cally said uncertainly, doing as he instructed.

Cally grabbed his hands. "So. Explain this 'dance' thing."