CT laughs, nose crinkling faintly. "Pumpkin Hollow: the most happening place this side of Concorde! The demons might be a nuisance but we've got dancing. Put that on a travel brochure."

Quietly, she appreciates the weight of arms at her shoulders and the solid warmth where her own wrap around her dance partner. You really don't realise just how touch-starved you've been until the rare moments of contact you do have—not that she's thinking of it in so many words.