"You won't need to do anything like that," Pepper laughed, eagerly pulling him forward. Placing him center, Pepper moved a few feet away from him and made a small curtsey, leg extended behind her. "Your birthday, yes," she agreed. "Right after you chased Phil off." She was in too good a mood to feel sad when talking about him right now. "Hold your hand out."
Taking his hand, she pushed up en pointe and bent one knee, arm extended above her head in the classic music box ballerina pose. "Move three o'clock and pause." When he'd done so, she put her other hand on his shoulder and extended her bend leg out behind her. "Okay, continue back to twelve o'clock." Turning so that he was behind her, she reached behind her and positioned his free left arm out about waist high, then performed two pirouettes, her right hand in his, before taking his left hand with hers.
"Three steps to the right, then pause - just support me ," she said. "Then the same to the left." She moved with him, her feet crossing in front of one another, but in the pause, she bent sideways, one leg extended high over head as her head tipped toward the floor. Straightening, she repeated the steps in the opposite direction. "Then hands on my waist," she moved them there and pirouetted, but stopped, feet landing on the floor.
Turning in his hands, she smiled. "Good," she said. You'd make an excellent Nutcracker Prince. "Pepper bit her lip mischeviously. "You up for something harder?"