Downing her water, Gretchen picked at the last bits of food, shrugging. "I always fancy getting a drink of something stronger," she stretched, arching her back and twisting her arms above her head, before pushing herself up and collecting the remains of her lunch.
One of her most visited haunts was the Troll's Head, somewhere Gretch didn't think Delaney would exactly fit in, so she gestured down the street. "Lead on," she suggested, waiting for the other woman to stand before falling into step beside her. Stories, eh? Gretchen did, in fact, have a tonne, but the majority weren't ones she could share with anyone but Trevor. "Have you ever been out of the country?"