"Well, I was thinking about weaving them on your head..." he delivered that with a teasing grin, leaving to her imagination as to where else on her body she had enough hair to be braided. But joking aside, he continued on to answer her question more honestly, even if he didn't have much of a concrete answer to give.

"As many braids as we'd like, I suppose. I'm sure there are a few rare cases where specific styles and specific beads mean specific things, but I've never learnt them." Like in mourning, and most especially courtship - those were very unique braids, ones that let any dwarf know just what they meant, simply by looking at them. "But I think... I would like for us to have matching braids. So four, perhaps, like mine?"