Theo smiled into the frame, not really understanding the gesture, but happy all the same. "Does Miss Ori haff a ant-eek camera like yours?" Because Mr. Ira's ant-eek camera looked way cooler than Daddy's silver one.
Alida mostly followed what Ori was saying, and the idea that there were people who studied clothes was just boggling. It never occurred to her to wonder who put things in the stores before. "I can be a designer?" she asked, awed. The only things she ever wanted to be before were a singer, a princess, or a chef. Or maybe a pizza person at Chuck E. Cheese, because they got to play in the ball pit and tunnels all day.
"I can dance!" she proclaimed, moving away from the couch to the open space between livingroom and diningroom. She gave her best twirls, her hands held up over her head, and then she carefully balanced on one foot, like she'd seen on TV, with all the ice dancing that had been on a few months ago.
And then she promptly fell down. "I got dizzy," she explained as she went back to Miss Ori. She didn't normally fall down when dancing. Maybe she had twirled too much.
"My baby girl is a rocking dancer," Staas said encouragingly. "She gets it from her mama." Alida didn't know what kind of dancing her mother had done, but she did know she used to dance.
"Yeah, 'cause my mommy was a dancer, 'afore she got sick!" She beamed up at Miss Ori, sunglasses obscuring half her face.