Tansy sat down on the floor as Nicky opened the oven. She could feel some heat - just not very much. She peered at the knob again, turning it up higher than had been recommended by the recipe. "I could always 'help it out'," she said, making quotation marks with her fingers. "If I started a little fire inside the oven, it probably wouldn't set of the alarms." Probably. It might burn the cookies, though, Tansy had never used her skills for baking, but she did know that the fire she produced did tend to be - well - hot. "Or we could go try one of the other ovens." Each barracks had one, they couldn't all be broken. "I was just trying to make cookies for Mardi Gras. Did you ever have moon pies?" If Tansy had learned one thing about people since coming to Limbo, it was that different backgrounds had a hell of a lot of regional variations.
Keeping her seat on the floor, so she could see if the oven got any hotter now she'd turned it up, Tansy looked up at Nicky. She made a face at her description of teaching. "Yeah," she said, "better you than me. I can't deal with shy." It was just so very different to how Tansy was that she honestly didn't know how to handle it. "I won't name names, but someone asked me for kissing advice the other day, only I think I scared them off." She grinned at the offer of being taught dance moves. "I think you'd find me a quicker study than most," she teased. Being a gymnast certainly helped - Tansy already knew how to control her body down to the tips of her toes and the ends of her fingers. "Have you met the new kid who can change your mood and heal you by singing at you?" she asked. "Seems like you two would get on."