Molly shook the offered hand with a firm grip. "Molly Green. But only my eyes are green unless I stick my hand in the chemical toilet."
She didn't remember what she had dropped in there, but she does remember the green, and the witch of the west jokes.
Molly carefully stepped into the hot tub and sank down into the water, positioning herself so a jet was directed just so at the right spot on her back.
“Nice to meet you, Lisa.” Molly nodded. “Blue eyes. Pretty. I think it’s blue today. Sky, ocean, eyes, but not mood. I think you inspired me to paint blue. Thank you.”