As soon as he was on the bed, she reached out for his hand, squeezing it gently. She'd closed her eyes, expecting him to kiss her and then settle into sleep as he usually did. His words were unexpected, and she smiled broadly. "That's ... that'd be a great idea. They're friends, but they have their own tastes, and that'll just continue on as they get older. I used to be a huge girlie girl when I was their age." She was a jeans and t-shirt girl, and had grown into quite the tomboy. Her brothers' influence was apparent, and she'd still jump into any pickup football game she saw.