[ Colette bows her head when the other girl sits, smoothing her own skirts out of habit and pushing the ends of her hair back over her shoulder. When Marg mentions dance class she looks mildly surprised, blinking somewhat owlishly at the other girl. So she'd been watching? No one really paid anyone else much mind during those; something she'd found to be a relief, seeing that she was pretty clumsy. She tried though -- she tried harder than anyone else, but there was more weight on her shoulders than most. ]

Heheh… to tell you the truth, I don't really feel much like dancing.

[ Though as soon as she admits that, she feels selfish; ladies should always graciously accept, always dance and be bright, and sitting in the dark of the chapel like this is hardly becoming of her. Quietly, she clutches the fabric covering her lap, looking downcast for a moment before relaxing her shoulders. Gardens? Those she likes. ]

Your flowers? Do you have a garden?

I bet it's lovely.