knocks on the door. "Hey~"

turns around, somewhat surprised. "Hey!"

sneaks in. "Am I bothering ya? Just to say that, in case you're going to the ball, I have a store selling the flowers...I mean, you'll go,

right?" blinks, taking a list out of his pocket.

shakes her head. "Nope, not at all! And, yeah, I'll probably go."

writes her name on the list. "Ok, thanks...Fuck, I joined the guys who're organizing this, now I have to keep control of the stuff..."

makes a face. "Ouch, that sucks."

nods. "Sucks, indeed...But, what can I do? Damn curiousity..." laughs,and leans against the sink. "Oh, can you do a favour?"

do me a favour*

nods. "Sure, what do you need?"

"Y'know that boy, Iceland, short hair, shy, well, if ya could find a girl to teach him how to dance, he'd be glad...Asked me a while ago if

I knew any, but I guess you know it better than me..."

looks thoughtful, trying to think of someone. "What kind of dancing?"

opens his arms. "He was really desperate, so I guess anything would do, but my guess is that he wants it for the ball..." grins.

"Elizaveta might be good at that sort of thing. I don't know, there aren't that many girls at this school."

nods. "You see what you can do, please? I already have enough problems there, and it'll be easier for you, since you're a girl..."

smiles, and nods, returning to her baking. "Sure, no problem!"

taps the sink and starts to walk away. "Thanks, Clara~!"