"They have computers now, you could always do it as a document on your laptop," she pointed out, her expression between teasing and smug. Because she was right, thank you. If such a list truly existed, then it should be able to be documented and saved. "Besides, mine is in my head, I don't need to jot it down." Which was contrary and completely besides the point.
She reached for the fringe he'd pulled at and let it fall through her fingers. "You can't even see for it without pushing it back." A thought crossed her mind and she gave a little smirk. "I could do it. If you don't want to bother Much, I mean. It's been a while, but I used to do my father's." Which felt like so long ago now. The familiar tug in her stomach hit her at the mention of her father, but she knew he'd be happy for her. Settling into a new world without too much trouble, finding love with someone who made her happy, someone he'd approved of. It was something, at least.