Chapter 2, Page 38: Waffling
Miriam tried to nope out of there.
Quadrille: A group dance.
Polka mazurka: A combo of…well, the polka and the mazurka. Sort of a skippy waltz with faster steps and lil hops. It seems to have a few slight variations.
I spent waayy too much time trying to research Victorian dances. XP
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Miriam stares up at Florian with a more audacious expression as he puts his hand out to her once more.
She takes his hand with a defiant smile.
Florian leads Miriam (now also standing) by the hand to the open floor.
Florian: That's the spirit!
Florian continues to lead Miriam as he looks to the side, raising an eyebrow.
Florian: I believe our dance would've been the quadrille at the party... but seeing as we're short a few people, I don't think that's feasible now.
Miriam smiles at him.
Miriam: Heh, the waltz then?
Florian looks at her and uses his free hand to do an upwards pointing gesture with his finger.
Florian: Well, I was thinking of the polka-mazurka.
Miriam's eyes go comically wide with dread.
Miriam, still looking stressed, suddenly turns around. She's seemingly about to head back to her seat.
Florian laughs and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to stop her.
Florian: Hahaha, what are you doing?!
She takes his hand with a defiant smile.
Florian leads Miriam (now also standing) by the hand to the open floor.
Florian: That's the spirit!
Florian continues to lead Miriam as he looks to the side, raising an eyebrow.
Florian: I believe our dance would've been the quadrille at the party... but seeing as we're short a few people, I don't think that's feasible now.
Miriam smiles at him.
Miriam: Heh, the waltz then?
Florian looks at her and uses his free hand to do an upwards pointing gesture with his finger.
Florian: Well, I was thinking of the polka-mazurka.
Miriam's eyes go comically wide with dread.
Miriam, still looking stressed, suddenly turns around. She's seemingly about to head back to her seat.
Florian laughs and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to stop her.
Florian: Hahaha, what are you doing?!