[Richard isn't nearly as delicate with his smallribs, but that's what napkins are for. These are strange napkins made of paper, but they do the job just as well. He finishes the ribs from his own plate and wipes his hands before disposing of the plate on a cart nearby for the purpose.
He follows her gaze toward the dance floor, smiles, and nods.]
I know a few dances. [He holds his hand out to her.] I can show you.
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He follows her gaze toward the dance floor, smiles, and nods.]
I know a few dances. [He holds his hand out to her.] I can show you.