"Nerd alert," Wichita counters, in a soft sing-song before flashing a quick grin in succession. She knows his recent exposure to the internet means he probably caught up on all kinds of new inventions, flashy upgrades or whatever else, but when she refers to him as such, there's no mean intent behind the words, just a complete and genuine disbelief that they're even having this kind of conversation right now. There is a part of her now, however small, that's been curious about expanding her knowledge to some of those other forms of dance since she joined the ballet class - her original intent was to improve on her overall clumsiness, for starters - but that's something that she might not ever voice to anyone until she's signing up for the classes in question.

"We're thinking way too much about this," she sighs, giving him another brief jostle with her elbow. "Point being: ballet is not tutu-exclusive. Mind blown yet?"