Scout shrugs. She'd barely seen the Summerlands last time. Maybe there's an underclass at work here, whether or not its work is the same as what people at the top normally need to be at leisure. Defenders, maybe, people who keep watch; this world would be a valuable asset for some people. Maybe there's not.

Leaving that subject, she just asks, "Have you asked if there's anything you could do for them?"

The dance seems to be dispersing from a coordinated thing to couples or trios spinning on their own time.