"What kind don't he do might be the better question." She chimed in reply. Sadie thought it was a true enough thing to say too, given how Beau's style wasn't exactly the kind of thing she thought she could put to words. "Bit'o this, bit'o tha', all put together to be his own." She thought it sounded solid but, more to the point, it seemed dancing was a thing that came with interest for the fella standing opposite her. If there was one thing she'd learned in her life it was that there was two kinds of people, them that danced and them that didn't and Sadie? Well, it should have come as no shock to learn she landed squarely in the former.
"You got a kind you're partial too more'n most?" Inquisitive but gentle, she let the words fall. "Always liked Tangos and was a proper sucker for anything that gets you bouncing around on your toes." Which was also probably not hard for anyone to fill in given the way her shoes were scuffed so and carrying bells on the laces to serve as makeshift percussion. Her smile was as constant as the sun and the bow was given a light bounce on the strings to accompany her voice, an auditory expression of her excitement that was something a bit less jarring than the usual way she tended to avalanche words on people — or at least that was the hope.
"Wouldn'ae be much of a carnival without one now, would it?" She smirked, replying back in what she read as playful kind. "Rottin' teeth while havin' a brilliant time's what goin's all about isn't it?" She rolled back on her heels, balancing easily. "Honest, it's got somethin' for jus' 'bout everyone." Her own bias bled into the words, her love for the place and the home it had become plain and easy to read, but she meant it too. If there was a place where anyone could walk under a tent, find something interesting, and be welcomed? Well, the Carnival was it.