Come on, Lavender. Will you dance with me?
The others think you’re shy.
But I know better.
I can see it in your eyes… the yearning.
Yes, that’s it.
A little bob of the head.
A sway of the hips.
You are dancing, in your own way.
I like the way you dance, Lavender.
Perhaps we’ll dance again once this is all over?
Go on then. They're waiting for you.