Hiding her grin with her glass, Gretch took a long swig, comfortable against Trevor. She could feel his eyes on her and played along, reaching up to knock on the high wall of the booth. "It's why we sit here," she reached up and ran her fingers through Trev's hair. "He hardly needs to duck at all when the hags come by." she finished her drink and poured herself another, pulling a thoughtful face. "We might be able to incite something for you, if you like. People fight over me all the time."