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(We backtrack a little)

((Sure!))

"So you want to continue the lessons?" Bachdion asks almost surprised.

August nods earnestly.

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Might I ask what brought you over?"

A shy smile, and he looks away. "Ah. Well. It works."

"well, knowledge and skills are nothing without the man to implement them, so you do deserve much of the credit" He's pleased.

August shrugs. "If only that I realized I could cure my ignorance."

A pat on the shoulder, "Okay, fine. What are you and she enjoying the most? The poetry? the dance? "

The shy smile is back. "She likes poetry." He confirms, then frowns. "But... well, we haven't danced together yet. I mean, except for at Imbloc. She liked that. She wants me to learn the tango, swing, hip-hop, she said. But... except for here, we really don't have anywhere -to- dance. I suppose we could hold more parties; I bet she's like that."

"Oh, there are clubs and things my friend, I can suggest a few to you," He says. "The tango? Oh that's a good one for romancing. Look, I am a master of Wayfare. If you want me to take the two of you somewhere to dance, let me know?"

He still looks troubled. "You know some underage dance clubs? I've looked around Kansas City, kept my eyes and ears open here but just about everywhere that has a dance floor also has a bar, and an age limit."

He brightens. "Hey, maybe the Church here locally does something like a Valentine's day dance, or young adult stuff...."

"Ah, you want something like...yes. I know a place. though an old goat like me would get stared at, you two could go in." At the mention of the Church, he rubs his nose's bridge, "Ah yes. Maybe. But... I'm not sure how Coradel would feel about it. Have you considered crashing a prom?"

The boy looks puzzled. "No."

"Why not? " Curious

"Well.... we weren't invited? It's not our prom. I didn't go to my -own- prom... Chloe might have, but Coradel didn't. I don't think." He frowns again... more of a scowl, actually. "She would have said, right?"

"Maybe not, and I don't think it's dishonorable to slip into a prom and pretend to mingle. Some women romanticize the prom"

He can see the wheels turning. August nods. "I'll ask her."

Then, "But, school will be over soon and I want to keep taking her out dancing. So I still need places to go where we can get in."

"I'll workon that angle may friend," He says "There are dance clubs for the younger, and there area also raves that are ..unofficial, and while not always safe, very exciting."

August frowns again, nodding slowly. "She'd like that too." With a sense of resignation.

"She's a Fiona my friend" A pause "Still, best we find places you both will enjoy." A smile "Thought about Europe?"

"No." A bit blankly. "Is this still about dancing?"

A laugh "Yes, some rules on drinking and such are different there. as is dancing"

"Ohhhh... right." He nods, putting it together. "I hadn't thought of Europe for that. I have Wayfare, but I'm not a Master; still a beginner, actually." He looks a bit sheepish.

"I can teach you some of that too, but my offer of flicker flashing you to say somewhere in Italy or the like, letting you dance at some event, and then I return in time to pick you two up again works fine. "

August thinks, lines on his forehead... then, slowly.... "Well... you know what.... Lent is coming." He looks up. "Would it be ok... Venice? Carnivale?"

"Carnival of the Changeling sort? She should probably be here. but... on others? Why not?"

"Oh, agreed, but... Lent starts Wednesday. We could go this weekend." OOC *points to timebubble*

OOC: Yup. BIC: A grin "I think she'll love that, August. "

"I... ah. I haven't told her I'm taking faux-fostering lessons." Sheepishly.

"No need unless you want to. Just tell her you would like to take her to an event in Europe and I volunteered to drop you two off."

August nods shyly. "Thank you."

August is grinning, almost glowing, with anticipation for the trip, but he focuses again. "What, ah, what's our next lesson? What do I need to know?"

"Well, I think some of the dances best suited the carnival are a priority." A grin, "I wonder if they'll do the tango?"

August looks worried. "I hope not. I mean, I'm not good at it. It's hard."

"Don't worry, we'll teach you plenty. You just need to be confident and trust. The woman loves you, my friend. Women in love see men better than they are. Men in love try to become those men their women see. They better us, you see?"

He nods. "I do." And he does. "Should we get to work, then?"

"Let's..." He nods

And lessons continue... (Pause scene)

....

August leaves his class only to find... Inish coming up on him.

August is a bit flushed, and a towel hangs around his neck, gym-style.

"Bad time?"

He nods to the Clurichaun. "Not at all. How can I help?"

"Two things, one, has it been clinched whether you are a baron now or co ruler? What should we call you? Sir, Baron? Consort? Scribe?"

"Ah." Discomforted. "No. To my knowledge there's been no response from the Duchy." A frown at that. "So, my title is Sir. I'm not ... I never thought I'd earn a title, so I'm not overly concerned about how I'm address, Master Inish."