"Now you're speaking my language," Ellen said, taking the offered hand and waited for Daric to lead her into a dance. Half of her was embarrassed, to have dozens of people looking at two fools dancing a salsa. The other half said to hell with it; a dance before a 20 year trip didn't hurt anybody. Seeing most of the people focusing on the fool with the bottle rather than she and Daric, she threw caution to the wind and perfectly stepped into the steps of the salsa. The one thing that Ellen managed to keep alive was her heritage, and surely she would be heritage to the garden planet they were going to travel to.