"I have a girlfriend who does that, you know," he pointed out. "If I’m putting gray hair into that red hair of yours, you could just leave the keeping me out of trouble to her." Not that he got into trouble very often. Most of the time it was when his prank wars with Ollie got a little out of hand.
"You gave me the same speech about placing limitations on your looks," he said, finishing off the last of his coffee. "Never did get the allure of mythology." Or Shakespeare. But he knew better than to say anything like that.
She didn’t frown, though she wanted to, because it was true, she could leave the worrying to Laira. But Donna could still remember the years right after she lost Hal. And she had to admit Hal had grown on her, even if he never understood her amazing works of art. Donna just didn’t want her friends to repeat any of that, “and that is exactly what I’m going to do because I don’t do gray hair.”
"Yeah, and let’s hope this one sticks more than that one did." Donna grinned, looking down at cup, saddening when she saw her drink practically gone. She was as much of a critic as she was an artist, so she knew not everyone was going to like your work. "I started watching Xena the Warrior Princess and Hercules, it’s what drew me in." Well, it would have been if Donna wasn’t centuries old.