"Were you serious about the shoes?" It's a little after the competition comes to a close. By then, Hugh had been able to collect his thoughts about the dance, but more importantly, that he hadn't thanked Nyx properly for the time, regardless of the outcome.
So, he puts a grin on his face. "Kidding, kidding! Really though, don't worry too much about the results. It would have been awesome for us to win, but I mainly joined to have fun."
There's only a few that he has left, but he finds a flower among his belongings and presents it to Nyx. "I'm sure you saw it when they were announcing the teams, but the name's Hugh. I'm usually out and about, but if there's ever a time you want to chat, I'll put aside the time."
"Nyx," she says as she stretches out her hand to receive the flower, "and I often don't jest. If you find that your shoes have been sufficiently damaged, I ought to repay what I owe."
Though her expression seems stoic, she brings the flower closer, carefully cherishing the petals. "I don't often entertain idle chatter either, but if you seek soothsaying or advice, I work at the library. You can find me there."
Nyx thinks for a moment, deliberating on whether she should say what is on her mind or not. Her answer is met with a sigh. "But thank you for the offer. If I ever need tutorage for sub-par dancing skills, I will seek you out." A slight smile creeps on her lips.
"Now that one was a jest."