Re: Ballroom; the edges
Bly nodded along with her as she spoke. He didn't really know what "middling" meant. If "long" meant "fifty years" was "middling" something like "twenty-five?" What if she thought "long" was only ten years? He didn't know. But he went with it because it was important to be smooth and cool with the ladies. And he was feeling pretty good about himself right then. Kind of like a king or something. She was still talking to him, after all, and hadn't told him he was just some stupid kid.
He grinned at her. "Naw, you're fine, really," he told her honestly. It was cute that she was worried about being nice, because he was, too. Maybe that's just how people were. Everyone was nervous. "I've been here all my life and only just found out about Musings and stuff on the forums. It was kinda weird, you know, but it explained stuff." Like how he could mod guns like crazy.