"I'm pretty sure it's the cookies," Soldat answers, but they're smiling, so it can't be that bad. They've got one hand on her waist and another grasping hers, and they're swinging her gently through a waltz, rather than subjecting her right off the bat to the Lindy or something. And they are an excellent dancer, able to properly lead a lady who doesn't know the steps very well.

The webbed toes they have to be careful of. They're longer than most ladies' feet, so making sure they don't trod on them takes a little more thought than usual. "The spirits made them," they explain. "To cheer us up. I guess it's working?"