"Not on the more visible sweat stains?" Her fingers tapped on the clipboard, amused smile still in place. "I'm more partial to purples and reds, myself. Can't stand pea green on the other hand."

Bad half-memories of ill-sitting dinners as a child haunted the back of her mind. She counted her own blessings, outside of split pea soup. She'd never had to worry about protection failures leading to unexpected family expansion. It had to count for something.

"Are you much of a morning person?"