[she shakes her head, poking her fork into the last bite of cake]
Not an ounce of the stuff. I don't know what it's made from, but the first colonists on my planet obviously didn't think to bring any of the raw materials with them. Perhaps "chocolate" is still enjoyed on Terra, by a privileged few.
[she finishes her cake and starts gently scraping the leftover crumbs into a pile]
As for dancing... [she shakes her head again, looking down at her plate, mildly embarrassed]
I'd make a ridiculous spectacle of myself, stumbling 'round a dance floor.