"That sounds lovely, yes. We will totally have a practice night, whenever you'd like." Moira nods, keeping still so as not to disrupt Riely's work. Riley is the only person besides herself that she allows to touch her hair; her fingers are deft and gentle, fixing strands without tugging on them. Moira appreciates the gesture very much, and lets Riley know with another smile.

"Any preference for drink? I have all sorts tucked away," she takes delight in the way Riley's eyes widen at the mention of food. A girl after my own heart, she thinks.