( Diana considers that silently. she supposes she is an exile of sorts herself, extricated from Themyscira by her own decision to leave in attempts to follow a duty the queen no longer believed in. she understands the logic, though she also isn't sure she agrees.
food was a vital part of every existence. walking the path of an exile didn't except you from it — the idea of not having much was still a little sad, no matter her flippancy.
she decides to respond to the second bit instead. ) Oh? Can't you? Is this not how this sort of thing works? ( she's bluffing: Diana has no idea how a "date" works, if this could even be called that. she's never been on one, and the amazon idea of courtship was ... . . .. . shall we say, different. )
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food was a vital part of every existence. walking the path of an exile didn't except you from it — the idea of not having much was still a little sad, no matter her flippancy.
she decides to respond to the second bit instead. ) Oh? Can't you? Is this not how this sort of thing works? ( she's bluffing: Diana has no idea how a "date" works, if this could even be called that. she's never been on one, and the amazon idea of courtship was ... . . .. . shall we say, different. )