Astrid shrugged a little bit, handing the box over. "I think it might have been the game last night," she admitted, because, honestly, that was way easier to admit to and get away with than the real reason she was thinking about doing it. She imagined tipsy shenanigans were far more palatable than far-flung power plays against one's mother. "A little change like that couldn't hurt anything, right? And if I hate it," still trying not to think about what to do if she hated it, but she shrugged anyway, "I can just let it grow back out or change it again."