Brigid tried to get a visual in her head of what the little things might look like. But other than what she was sure was the wrong definition of "little" she gave up. "I don't suppose they would. How old are they now again?" she asked clearly not remembering. "Have I ever mentioned how brave you are for taking care of them?" she happily added, pretty sure she'd mentioned it.
Brigid looked down at her hands, realizing what she was doing and stopped. "Sure, my treat." she said as she flagged down the waiter. "What'd you like?" she asked Nessie.