On Tuesday, she had dinner with friends, devouring (her words, not mine) a hearty piece of Kiwi steak. It appears she has a posse of friends on tour that she keeps well supplied with Whittaker's chocolate.
What I discovered from my 15 minutes with Lydia was not only revealing but a relief. After years of dedicating body and mind to the goal of achieving golfing perfection, at the most basic level, you can sense she still loves the game.
I asked her, after years of dedicating her life to this one career goal, is it still fun? Her answer was a resounding yes.
That's all I wanted to hear - none of this swing change guff, just that her passion to play, win and enjoy what must be a frantic teenage life is still there.
I must tell you her story of Richie McCaw at the Olympics. Remember that picture perfect moment when Ko met her King? Well, she elaborated ever so slightly on what it was like playing the final round with rugby royalty watching on.
Lydia: "If I'd known he was watching from the first tee, I would probably have pooped myself!"
Veitch: "You can't say that in an interview, can you?
Lydia: "Well, I could have used the 's' word instead."
Brilliant!