These little moments"Mutton is lamb, isn't it?" Lamb with potatoes and cabbage didn't sound half bad, but she didn't quite trust that that was all the dish entailed.
It could also have been his expression, that all too innocent curl of his lips as he looked up at her and spoke of dances. She'd been picking up on his Norwegian though, just a bit. Enough to know what that first word meant. "A dance, huh?" She sounded skeptical, though amused, despite the set of pursed lips.
"When will you show me this dance?"