Ailee Sundish looks to the right. Ailee Sundish looks to the left. Ailee Sundish confirms the lack of witnesses with the careful, deliberate watchfulness of a hitman, uncaring of the minor laser-stings the process costs here. Finally Ailee Sundish produces a book the width of her torso from her backpack, opening the massive, well-worn tome to one of the bookmarked sections labeled R.E. BEES. Ailee Sundish takes a moment to double check the notes on the page and compare it to one of her hand-drawn sketchbooks labelled LANGUAGES. Ailee Sundish checks. Ailee Sundish confirms. Ailee Sundish nods grimly.

Then Ailee Sundish places her hands up to her ears, breaks into a wide smile, opens and closes her palms, steps to the side, and starts to dance. "Like the kitty in the house, I go meow meow meow meow meow~..."

She's not a natural or studied dancer so she avoids any challenging techniques. It's mostly step, step, cute pawing at the air, step step, lean and pose, step step...

"Like the cutie on the prowl, come on meow meow meow meow meow~..."

Neither does she have the song exactly down either. Dancing and singing - there's a lot to remember! Everything needs to be moving just so and in time with the words she almost rushes through accidentally. But despite her inexperience she thinks she's doing okay - the lyrics aren't, technically speaking, a necessary part of the communication experience.

"Like my heart is beating out, fascination of your smile~..."

Step step - technically she learned this from Jackdaw. Because of Jackdaw? Jackdaw liked taking language electives and while Ailee didn't particularly give a damn about being understood by lesser minds she wasn't going to trust some roomful of linguistics majors with [i]her[/i] best friend - especially when she'd learned that there was going to be dancing involved. So she'd gone and she'd studied and... well, she'd enjoyed it more than any non-Jackdaw person was ever going to find out.

"Whatever you do, I do, meow meow meow!"

Anyway the point is that she's not [i]all[/i] bad, give her a break. She's not here to steal your honey you dumb bees.


[Talk Sense with Grace: [b]11[/b]]