Abigail would never admit that she was enjoying the bit of pampering. It brought back memories of her childhood when her mother would wash her hair, not quite with the same products but the feeling was the same.<br/><br/>She eyed her nails when Kate asked about them. They were jagged and of varying lengths from where they had broke and she hadn't bothered to try and fix them. They had never been cared for in the way Kate was asking, even as a little girl they were usually covered in dirt and dust. Abigail was still examining her nails when Kate asked her favourite colour.<br/><br/>It wasn't a question she had thought about, never having had any reason to. She had a fondness for blue, especially the lighter shades she had seen in some fabrics but her true favourite was purple.<br/><br/>"Purple, but not too light or dark." She clarified. "Maybe with a hint more blue than red in it."