Zoe was fairly sure that, if a wedding eventually happened - not something she was actually thinking about at this point, given she couldn't imagine Victor actually proposing - she would dance at it. With Victor, and Chives. And he'd just need to deal with it.

It might be that eventually she accepted that she might possibly be talented, but not yet, and she appreciates not being pushed on it. A lot of other people do, as if repetition would convince her.

She lays the napkin across her lap and gives Chives a considering look. "...Yes. It does, actually."