“You’re right, it was silly of me to ask if you’d been ballroom dancing—I can tell by your personality you’re more of the ‘mosh pit’ type,” Beth teased. “Anyway, I’m sure you’ll be fine. And I can promise one thing—you won’t have to worry about greasy pizza being on the menu.” Afternoon was giving way to evening as the fancy hovercar sped smoothly along toward its destination.<br/><br/>(OOC: just noticed Silk's post also mentioned a mosh pit right as I was previewing this one. lol)