It was fine, Tutu never knew much other than ballet herself. Though, she knew how to waltz at the very least. It was easy to step, though because of the height difference she seemed to end up leading.
It was at least simple enough to keep in time to. 1..2..3. 1..2..3.. She lead him, feet shuffling slightly against the floor with no complete trouble.
Well, at least Conan had a sense of rhythm. He was glad Tutu lead him too, albeit a little embarrassed. 1.. 2… 3, repeat, 1.. 2.. 3… Somehow he managed. Seems like Tutu wasn’t bad at this.
“Princess-san… are you a dancer? You’re good at this.”
