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Kitty discusses dance classes with Paige, and talks her into a concession.

Paige was working in the common room when Kitty came in, and it occured to Kitty that Jamie was right, them sharing a suite was very convenient. She dropped into a seat across the table from her, swinging her legs up over the arms of the chair, and waited for Paige to pull her attention away from the notes in front of her.

It didn't take that long, actually. Paige had essentially finished this assignment and was really just adding a few final details, so she was soon looking up, smiling at Kitty. The rather evil grin on Kitty's face, however, gave her pause.

"You," Kitty said levely, "dance; I," she added before Paige could protest, "saw you."

Paige blinked in shock once, before wiping it away for an expression of disbelief plastered onto her features. "Kitty? Have you been getting into the Halloween candy a little early this year?"

"I bet there are even pictures. Actually," Kitty admited, grin widening, "I know there are pictures since I was pushing the shutter on a camera personally. You dance."

"Uh," Paige managed to utter, filling up time before she could think of a proper answer. The idea of their being pictures made her more than a little nervous. "I hate to break it to you, chickpea, but stumbling around with Alison does not count as dancing. Or at least, not dancing well."

"You're talking to the girl who's been taking dance lessons for ten years. I know of what I speak. You were hardly 'stumbling around', and you can only blame so much of that on Al's capable leading abilities." She grinned again, letting her head fall back to stare up at the ceiling. "Of course, there's so much more you could learn, you know. And it's a great way to work on speed and balance, both of which are quite necessary for a caped crusader. Or even a leather clad one."

Pointing a finger, Paige narrowed a glare on her friend. "You. Stop using my weaknesses against me," she mock growled before pulling a Peter Pan stance, hands on hips. "I already run, work in multiple training areas and dabble in gymnastics. Dancing can't better any of those, silly Kitten. Not to mention I'm really not in the right mind frame to put on a leotard and learn some poise. You can be elegant enough for the both of us."

"Psh," Kitty said, waving a hand. "Am no such thing. And I think Ms. Frost would point out that it's another wonderfully disarming thing a genius girl can do to confuse the world... Besides, you don't need to wear a leotard, it's dance class at the mansion. You could come in jeans, your gymnastics wear, or medical scrubs and it would be fine."

"Ms. Frost is still crazy, then. Really, really crazy," Paige tried, already knowing that her arguements were falling short. She tugged at a piece of hair, trying to come up with another excuse, eyes shifting away. "And what about the whole lack of time thing, here? Isn't everyone here trying to convince me that I need to be taking less courses, not more? Especially with being over at the College."

"Yeah, try that one on someone who doesn't know how far ahead you already are. This is me, you're talking to, and I'm fully aware of how overachieving works. And I know better than to even suggest taking less classes." Kitty grinned. "Surely you're not telling me you like admitting that there's something you're not very good at yet?"

Paige made a face, sticking out her tongue. "I told you! Stop using all my faults against me, you little minx," she said roughly, almost pouting as a side to her angry. "I am perfectly fine with not being perfect at everything. Really. It's fine. I'm good at many other things. Many, many other things. That I'm taking many, many classes in. See? Fine!"

"Cearly, very fine with it." The pout was causing Kitty`s grin to grow. "So, I take it not using your faults against you would include not mentioning things like extra credit lessons, right?"

"Kitty..." Paige moaned, planting her face in her book and covering her head with her arms. Just a low mumble could be heard as she continued. "How much extra credit?"

Kitty was smirking so it was just as well Paige had her face hidden. Of course, she admitted to herself, she only knew which buttons to push because they worked so well on her, too. "Well, it really depends, and you'd have to talk to Al in more detail. Usually a couple percent per extra lesson, though."

Paige made a low whining noise, burying further into her arms. "Don't wanna. Mocking and pointing and I told you sos..."

"I promise to help kick the ass of anyone who mocks or points. I might even help with the `I told you so` types. Not," she added, "that I`m suggesting you would actually need help kicking there asses, but am rather offering to do this out of the goodness of my own heart."

"But why? Why are you so convinced I need to dance of all things?" Paige asked, raising her head just enough to peek her eyes over at Kitty.

Kitty had, of course, composed her face by then, and was looking downright serious when she answered Paige`s quesiton. "It`s not that you need to, but I think you`d like it, I think... well, I know you`d be good at it, and I think you`d have fun. Plus it would be nice to have you in another class with me."

There was a huffing noise before Paige narrowed her eyes. Kitty was cheating, she was sure of it. "Fine," she finally said with a short tone, but there was no real anger behind her eyes, perhaps just some more childish pouting.

"Yeah!" Kitty practically launched herself out of her chair to hug Paige. "Really, you will like it, I think, and you know you can drop it if you don`t." Of course, if either of them ever actually dropped a class it was likely the world would end, but there was nothing actually stopping it.