"Us dancing or them?" Lance smirked, watching the spazzy moves of one of the current dancers and stifling a chuckle.
"Okay, this song is almost over, it looks like our amigos are up next," Arriadne said, satisfied with the spot she had found. She could easily watch them from here.
"Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves."