And he had to go and mention Cyhirae again. Poor, poor Sophia. But he didn't know. It was hard!

Rowena bobbed her head up and down again, trying not to blush. She was getting better at it? Maybe? "You don't sound like Father at all! He wouldn't refer to anyone as 'dad'." From the grin when she met Ambrose's eyes again, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"But go, have fun, practice kissing." More nodding. Somehow she didn't think Ambrose would spend the entire night dancing. "I might eat something and then go dancing again. What else are pretty dresses for?" And hers was very pretty. She ran her hands over the fur on her sleeves.

"But go, have fun, practice kissing. I might eat something and then go dancing again. What else are pretty dresses for?"

Ambrose laughed.
"I will, I'll let you know my tips another day." He admired her preening the fur a moment, and extended his hand, catching hers, and raising it up above her head as if they were dancing and she would spin on the spot beneath his hand.
 
"They're for twirling and dancing in. So don't eat too much otherwise it'll all come up!" Giving her hand a friendly squeeze, he dropped the grip and gathered what he'd come for.

"See you Rowena, have a good night, see you on the train home."


End