She glanced over at him curiously when he said he couldn't really cook, brow knitting slightly at his question about the knife. He is joking, right? she thought, and then blinked in surprise as he tossed the tomato up in the air and then speared it. She let out a half-laugh and raised an eyebrow. “Very impressive,” she said, in a voice that clearly indicated it wasn't. “Now if you'd care to actually cook I might be able to focus on the dancing instead of worrying that you're going to hurt yourself.”

And that's precisely what she did, letting herself get lost in the music and the steps. She'd already memorized the space, so occasionally she let her eyes drift closed and just moved with the rhythm. It stopped feeling strange to dance alone, though she was still imagining dancing with Jim. The request about New Year's surprised her a little, because it seemed both unbelievably simple and slightly complicated. Her family would be there... but surely there was no real harm in one dance? They wouldn't realize that he'd been teaching her. “All right, I promise,” she replied. "Though I think I'm getting the better end of the deal, because all this means is that I have another chance to dance with you."