Picky, picky, picky. She watched his face idly from the corner of her eye, a grin unbidden as it slowly pulled at her mouth in turn. "Me? Never! Sure, an occasional glance maybe when I'm stopping to drink, but I have better things to worry about than whether or not my hair is as messed up as it should be." She laughed, her tail whisking with amusement. "Just because I'm a girl sure as hell doesn't mean I have to act like most of 'em." Forget that! She'd grown up with brothers abound, and struggled to be just as good--and even better--than they were!
A brow quirked as he went on in detail about Trolls or what not, resisting the urge to chuckle as he mentioned hair. Well, he had plenty of that! Teeth though? Sounded more like a Kalona thing to her. "I'm good at entertainment." She all but purred, but her eyes were gleaming too. "You promise not to cry if you lose? I hate to see grown stallions cry... So, spit it out! What's this little challenge of yours?"
