"Really? She was that good?" Kenzi felt a stab of envy. She'd given up ballet before she was twelve. "Wow... yeah, definitely." She took the mug of coffee and toasted Cecil with it. "Thanks. For all this. I appreciate it, really, it's just. An adjustment."

Also, he was being so nice, how would she ever manage to steal from him? He was ruining her schtick, here.

"More!" Mia demanded, reaching for the popcorn again. "Peeeeez."