Zelda smiled brightly; it was impossible to curb her enthusiasm at his agreement. A dance was not a confirmation that he liked her. A dance, mostly, did not mean anything, so she should not be nearly this pleased, especially not when he was leaving in a few days - except she was this pleased.

"I'll come along, I guess," Zelda said, hoping her forced-casual tone implied that she would not try to seduce him in the cabin this time. She wouldn't. That would just be embarrassing. She tugged her hood back up over her hair with her free hand, and took a large gulp of the mug. She was going to have to finish it before they went dancing, after all.

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