"Hey! You watch yourself, mister," she snapped, seriously considering withdrawing her offer of cookies with all this grey-haired talk. If Mia ever saw an actual grey hair, she'd be at the hair-dresser dying it away before you could say lickity split.
Easing down next to him, Mia set the cookies on the coffee table and sighed. "I worry about them- Ben and Gino. What happens when they grow up? Do you think things will be better?" Or would people still be hiding who they were forever?