There was a soft round of laughter from her as she shook her head at the question. "Not as often as you'd think." Ginger replied as she moved back a few steps to lean against the railing that ran along the large window pointed towards the island, "I think I might be grateful for that too."
"It's just a pet name that stuck," She then added with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, "Couldn't tell you why that was, but it did and I kind of like it now. But enough about me; I'm curious about you. What kind of pleasure brings you way out here in the first place..And at this time of night too?"