"Oh, it's gorgeous," Lia nodded as she crossed to the refrigerator with a handful of greens. "The tone is perfect; it complements your skin beautifully." As she opened her crisper, she said with a grin, "It can be hard for parents to deal with radical style changes in their kids. I remember this period where I had these two platinum blonde chunks," she closed the fridge and took two thick locks of hair, maybe an inch and a half across, framing her face, "right here. My mother loved it; my dad, I think, wanted to cut them off in my sleep." She laughed.
Her eyes widened at the revelation that Riley was a boxer, and she smiled broadly. "Get out! A boxer?" she asked, throwing the feta into its proper drawer. She turned around again, facing Riley, taking in her build and shape. "Well, obviously, you're in amazing condition, but - that's fantastic! How long have you been boxing?"