"Give me a few days," she responded, grinning, his eagerness infectious. "I'm sure I'll have something at least good enough to experiment with." Debating taking another glass of firewhiskey, Gretchen took stock of herself. She was pleasantly tipsy, warm and bubbly and decided to keep that feeling, leaning forward and setting her glass on the desk. "You really want to be ginger?" She asked, after a moment, half heartedly reaching out a hand for him.