Mia made a bit of a face. Yeah it could be worse. Oliver's "parenting" style could only be classified as permissive, but it was the best for Mia that it had been that way. She was unsure how she would have reacting living in a place with confined rules. Oliver trusted her judgement and let her live her life. And if shit went down and she did need him, he tended to be around. It worked. And that same attitude did trickle down to her love life. "Well, if some asshole pissed me off there wouldn't be much to name a storm after."
She didn't watch him when he fell silent to think. Instead all that was heard in the kitchen was her spoon against her bowl as she ate. When he finally spoke up she looked over at him. "Fine." She responded before reiterating. "Well, I mean not fine, there were some cuts and bruises, and her hairs self cut, and she lost maybe 30 pounds, and she was already an in shape woman, so that was more shocking than the rest." She thought for a second. "But fine. She was still Dinah. If that makes sense." It had been a vibe. She looked worn out and a bit different, but she had still hugged the same, sounded the same.