Good.

Noelle loved dancing so having a lot of dance partners was going to be amazing. Not to mention she could get o know Sabbies family and maybe even dish on Sabbie and get some juicy gossip he hated told her yet. Her smile grew.

What?? They didn't live in caravans? What was this?! Her image shattered!
But as she listened to Sabbie talk, Noelle began to fall in love with his culture all over again. To be booked on tours with fancy houses. Oh how tremendous would that be. Scooting onto her stomach, so that she could face Sabbie as he talked, she imagined how each house would be.

"So what does your house look like? You live with your grandmother right?" which led to more thoughts and questions that had to be answered.

Next, Sabbie was describing his grandmother and Noelle closed her eyes, getting a picture of her. She could picture the fun loving woman, with a stern wrist. She could picture her picking up Nells in big bear hugs and pinching her cheeks like she knew Nells for years. She liked the picture she had in her head of the woman. "So because you live with your grandmother, do you get extra treatment or expected more of?" She asked him, questioning the thoughts from her mind earlier. She popped the lollipop in her mouth, and opened her eyes to look at Sabbie.

Now what was flamenco?

"Youve mentioned flamenco a lot. What does that mean?" She asked. She knew it had to be a dance, but she wanted to see it, and she wanted to learn it. "And could you teach me it? Maybe by the time your family visits, I can have it down!" That way, Sabbie could show her how to do that, and Noelle would show him how to milk a cow. Culture to culture.

"Also, my house isn't fancy. It's old, it's been in the family for years. And I /ABSOLUTELY/ love it. You'll have to remember that when you come over okay?" She said giving him a look. No dissing on her home.