They were spinning. Eden wanted to dance. She paid attention to her styrofoam moon, though, and did try to take note of the way the light played on the ball...it did look like a legit moon. Cool. She was dying to take notes, though. ugh. She'd have to jot everything down once they got a chance to sit. Or...should she try to scribble some notes down right now.

Ugh.

The woes of being studious.

...but as for the terminology, Eden wasn't sure. Hmm. Waxing. How odd to call the moon phases....waxing. It reminded Eden of cleaning a car. Hmph. She still had no idea, but she quickly set down her styrofoam to JOT DOWN ALL THIS STUFF BECAUSE DEAR MERLIN EDEN WAS PANICKING ABOUT NOT REMEMBERING IT TO WRITE IT DOWN.