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Drawing the length of one braided tail over her shoulder, Gretchen removed the band that held it secure, unraveling the plait slowly as she listened intently to Isaac as he listed off the things he liked. There were a great many. It was kind of adorable.

"I like cats too," she offered when he had finished. "We had one, my family, before I left. Her name was Penny. She used to sleep on my pillow." It had taken couple of weeks for Gretchen to get used to not having that warm, purring weight next to her head when she went to sleep at night. "I do know, about there not being any animals here. It was a shock," and not a very good one. "I hear there are minipets though? I haven't seen'em yet. Someone told me there are even ones that looked like cats."

One braid freed, she combed her fingers through he waves before moving onto the next. "I also like chocolate, and peanut butter sandwiches." She chuckled. "I have no idea how to wood carve, so that's pretty impressive, but I do know how to fish." Her head bobbed in a sage nod. "Can bait my own hook'n everything."

Dark hair curled around a thin finger. "Never been beach combing. I love flowers. Used to have a little garden back home. Sunflowers are my favorite."

Her hands stilled as she looked down at him. "I would really like that." Elastics were looped around her wrist, and though one hand dropped to her lap the other drifted over to brush a bit of his hair off his brow with a delicate touch. "I know how to fly fish, I could teach you if you like? My dad used to take me, and we'd tie our own flies." Here she'd grin proudly, chuckling softly.

"I'd love to build a garden, so long as there's sunflowers." There had to be sunflowers. Had to. "And fresh fruit, that'd be great." She'd never gotten into gardening herself, her mom had been the green thumb in their family, but the yard had always been lush and green and full of flowers. Absolutely gorgeous.

She pressed her lips together, rolling them thoughtfully before glancing at the thin band of color that circled her left thigh. "Do you have any tattoos?"

"When I can manage to get a rod and some flies I'd be happy to. Maybe we could go to a river somewhere. It could be your first trip to the US. If that's alright with you, I mean." She didn't want to impose if he had plans already for a visit to the states. If he was free though, and willing, she'd be happy to take a fishing trip. It'd be fun.

With a fond little hum she traced the tip of a nail over the 'W' on her leg. "That's the way to do it, I think. I wouldn't want something permanent if it didn't mean anything."

She moved her leg so he could see it easier. The yellow and red bands, circled the whole of her upper calf, but they were thin, dainty things. "It's for Wonder Woman. She's sort of my hero, specially after the accident."

"That's why it's not a choice to be taken lightly," she'd muse, grinning at him as she let her leg fall back to the bed. "This one is significant, I doubt I'll ever regret it." It went beyond fandom. A reminder of what she'd been through and what she'd overcome.

When he sighed she gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I think the best ideas are the ones that just come to us." She hadn't had to think to hard about her's. It had just made sense, felt right."

She blinked at him, at his question, and an amused little smile graced soft lips before she gave a shake of her head, hands lifting to tuck wavy hair back behind her ears. "No, not really." Not compared to losing the actual leg or the recovery after.

"Nothing wrong with not getting a tattoo. If i'm bein' honest I wouldna got one if I hadn't gone through what I did." The idea had just never appealed to her before, and after? It was like a badge of courage.

Mention of hair cutting brought on a horrified face form the Death trainee. "Noooo, not the hair." He had such beautiful hair! Long, and full, and healthy. He could have been in hair care commercials.

Maybe he was born with it.

The horror melted away into giggles and a smile, and she hooked a thick curl, drawing it up to weave over her fingers. "I think you look very handsome with your hair and beard as they are now, but that's just my opinion."

"I'm sure that'd be quite the shock, seeing your face for the first time in years." Grinning, she lifted her right foot to give his back a prod with her toe. "Wouldn't recognize yourself anymore."

There was nothing in the realm of girlness that compared to that, Gretchen felt, shy of plastic surgery, but that was a cosmetic alteration, and not anywhere near as simple as a shave.

"I think I'd place money on there being nothing wrong with the face beneath the beard, other than it having been covered so long you no longer recognize it." She chuckled, setting her foot back down on the bed. "Don't think you'd have to worry about scaring anyone." As handsome as he was? Nope, nothing he had to worry about.

She was grinning in turn, on the verge of a giggle as he ran fingers through his beard, speculating tan lines and how they might effect his face. "I think a day in the sun would take care of any tan lines," she assured him, voice light and full of mirth. Unlike Gretch, Isaac looked as though he tanned easily. She burned, freckles rising to the surface when the red faded.

Her head tipped up as he stood, and honey eyes lingered on broad shoulders as he stretched. Admiring and appreciative, but subtly so. When he looked back down at her she met his gaze, lips ticking up automatically.

He had the sort of smile that was contagious.

"Not a bad topic." It' certainly kept them entertained for a stretch. "A good beard can be hard to come by. Lot of times you see'em and they're a little spare, or patchy." Thin fingers slid along her jaw as she grinned. "You've got yourself a winner."