Nonon blinked, her eyes focused on Scratch's. She had to think about this one. Surely there was no such food as...foxtrot, right?
She thought back to school, where a member of the music club had talked about joining the dance club and made a remark about learning some Spanish dance...and during that day, they had some sort of...food...with the same name.
That was it!
"S...Salsa? It's salsa, right?!"
She couldn't figure out how to wrap her lips around the word, but she managed enough that Scratch wouldn't be a dick about it.