Paestri didn't understand why she had been signed up for dance lessons. Was it such a problem for her to be naturally drawn to baking? Her mama made the "expanding your horizons" speech, and promptly declared she had already paid for the lesson. Alright, granted it was just one lesson, and Huni had promised if she absolutely hated it she wouldn't have to take any more.

So here she was, dressed in a pale-pink leotard with a skirt (the Legend refused to put on the other ones that had no skirt) standing in the corner because all the other girls already knew each other. She had tried joining in earlier, but they either didn't hear her, or were blatantly ignoring her. Whatever their reasons, Paestri wasn't all that bothered.

Malady, on the other hand, was cussing as much as any of the music artists whose cd's were labeled "Warning: Explicit Lyrics." It hated Huni for forcing them into this horrendous situation, it hated the snobby little prisses for acting like Paestri didn't exist, and it hated itself for being incapable of exerting physical force on anything.

Paestri didn't bother hushing the Intangible, no one else could see nor hear Malady unless they were a Legend. And so far, there didn't seem to be any.