[ She's fleetingly distracted during the brief spin, risking a look of pure delight that flickers appears in her eyes just as quickly as it's smothered. That fire isn't practical. None of this is. ]
Will I get to spin you under my arm too?
[ There's something dry in how she says it — she doubts they could do that with any sort of grace — as she stumbles to find her footing again after the turn. It's new. There's always something new being added, it seems, and that keeps her scrambling to focus. ]
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Will I get to spin you under my arm too?
[ There's something dry in how she says it — she doubts they could do that with any sort of grace — as she stumbles to find her footing again after the turn. It's new. There's always something new being added, it seems, and that keeps her scrambling to focus. ]