Both Connie and Steven had rhythm and everyone around them did too. It was a key factor in fusion after all. Beach City did tend to attract musical types, and often singing could be heard along the streets.

"Steven, come dance with me." Connie swayed a bit as she turned to him, motioning for him to come closer.

The man smiled and shook his head. "You're like a baby deer, Connie. You've gotta get your footing."

A pouty look crossed her face. "Steven, if we are gonna start ice skating, you have to help me start with ballet."

Her groaned as she backed out of his reach to show the beautiful leotard and sheer bedazzled tights. "You look so beautiful."

"Teach me." She tried a pirouette but nearly fell over. "I'm getting better. I'm totally getting better."

"Your balter surely is getting... something," He cringed hard and she faltered. "Oh my Stars... you don't know what that means!"

"I totally do!" She tried to sound as confident as possible. "Fumbling movement."

Steven whooped and pumped his fist. "Oh, what a rush! Feels so so good to be right!"

"Dance Coach, I was wondering if you could help show me how to stand for it... maybe... behind me?" She batted her eyes up at him and his teasing dropped.

He moved in behind her and pressed a kiss to her neck. "We'll replace your balter with powerful, fluid movements. Just follow my lead."

Balter: To dance clumsily and/or without grace.