"A manicure," Abby repeated, nodding as she reached forward, gently taking his hand. It was, doubtless, a good thing she grew up with deaf parents. Gave her the ability to read lips like no other.
She studied his fingernails for a moment. Not bad, but they could do to be cleaned up. "Makes your nails all nice and uniform. And you can even have nail polish if you want." Far be it for Abby to insinuate that men couldn't wear polish if they wished it.