Tim laughs.
Timaeus
B-but there’s no music! Don’t you need music for dancing?
Honoka barks.
Honoka
When you’re practicing, all you need is a beat! And don’t you hear one right now?

She pointed to the washer– something in the laundry was making a rhythmic thump as it spun around.

Well, if it was good enough for her, I guess it would be good enough for me…