"Some room to grow on." She murmurs, unshakeable, "that's all." She leaves her dinosaur on the floor, a possibly tragic move when she needs to explain her costume again later to night. There's a hand out right now, though, and that takes precedence. She blinks at it, like she's forgotten there was a dance. And kind of, she has, but who is she to say no to the new gymnastics world champion. She takes the hand, but doesn't move just yet. "Are we bringing the cow?"