Nyota had long been frustrated with having so few chances to challenge herself, but Jim's dance lessons meant she'd be walking with a little skip in her step, even when her feet hurt. She flashed him another grin when he said she was going to learn a lot more. “I always keep my promises too, and I promise to work as hard as I can,” she said, immensely excited about all the dances he was going to teach her. She so rarely had the chance to really give something her all.

He forbade her to cook, which just made her laugh. “All right, no more offering to cook when I'm supposed to be dancing,” she replied, finishing the water and setting down the glass. “Can you actually cook, Jim?” she asked, voice teasingly incredulous as she stepped out onto the floor and resumed the quick step position. It felt different without Jim to support her, but she didn't let that stop her from dancing across the room and spinning herself around. She pretended he was still holding her in his arms even though she was dancing alone.

Jim assured her that he was teaching her because he wanted to, but she still felt slightly guilty. She didn't entirely know what to make of his kindness, but it wasn't as if she had anything to teach him in return. “I still wish I could do something for you,” she said quietly, "but thank you."