His name starts with a K and he wanted to be a veterinarian-doctor-archeologist-dancer when he grew up, [She replies lightly, squeezing his hand back as he tugs her forward. She follows the steps, and then suddenly they're turning and it's almost too fast and she definitely steps on his foot this time. Immediately she yanks her leg back, laughing, clinging to his shoulders.] Whoops. [She shakes her head slightly, smiling.] I'm still going with the 'you're distracting' excuse.