Grace giggled. She'd always hated her giggle; iit was too loud, a little throaty, and didn't possess any of the same feminine lightness that girls were supposed to giggle with. If Verity was a little lamb when she giggled, Grace was a piglet—still cute, but potentially annoying if you didn't like piglets. She covered her mouth with her hand and turned back to the fish, once again trying to look more interested in them than she was.

"Why should I hold it against you?" she asked, reaching out to touch the bubble that separated the water from the air they breathed. Her finger slipped right through it and into the water, and quickly she yanked her hand back, but the bubble did not pop or budge or even leak. Clearly this entire display was more intriguing than any dancefloor could be—she couldn't hold it against him at all. "If I did I would be a hypocrite," she explained, smiling back up at him in a bashful sort of way.

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