The question surprises Gwen. Thinking about it, it almost seems like something she just knew, but she knows that isn't true. It's like any of the other little things she does routinely; she's done it so many times it feels natural. "My mom," she says after a moment, and smiles. "When I was younger and we were hanging out once, she showed me. It was nice, you know? Just me and her spending time together without my brothers, doing girl things."