There were few noise laws at the Spinelli household. If you were up late, of course, head phones were expected, but with four three crazy boys in one house, a minimum level of ruckus was to be expected.
Nico laughed as she spun, but was caught off guard as she was suddenly so close to him that he could practically feel the heat radiating from her pink cheeks. He was momentarily dazed, but quickly snapped out of it as her hands slipped from his, only to be reoccupied. "You are a dancing machine," he told her with another burst of laughter. "It's a little ridiculous, actually."