Who - Diana Prince // Dick Grayson Where - Dining Room When - 9AM, 04/30/21 What - The most important meal of the day: Confusion Rating - PG in case of cussies.
Diana had been awake much earlier than the time they’d set for breakfast. She was growing used to sleeping less in this hotel than she had out amongst the humans properly, and she attributed that to the haunting, and the unusual situation. After all, it was not every day that Diana Prince was transported to some alternate realm and held prisoner. No matter how nice the cage, she was in one. They all were. Still, it was a nice enough cage, and the occupants were kind.
She had met a few so far, mostly humans. She had not tried to hide who or what she was in any way, perhaps thinking it would entice whoever was in charge here to make an appearance. That hadn’t happened, but Diana saw no reason to start hiding herself again now. They were in some sort of pocket realm, was Diana’s best guess, and she had decided since her arrival to use this as a sort of testing ground. Kal had advised her to find people, make friends, anyone she could get close to and lean upon if it were needed. And Diana had been forced to admit (and realize) that she had been lonely.
Not a surprise, considering she worked alone. Lived alone. Existed alone. The most meaningful conversation she had on the day-to-day was about her latte. John Constantine could be considered a work acquaintance, though he was closer to her than most. He was the only person on Earth (currently) that knew who and what Diana was, and he’d turned up here as well. And now this Dick Grayson, who swore he knew her or had known her.
Well, as Diana had said to Thor just that very morning, it was finally her turn to experience the strangeness of this place. So she had taken it in stride, and was on her way down to breakfast with Dick, because he’d offered her a coffee mug and Diana took that to mean he was okay to trust, at least nominally. She had learned much out among the humans, but some lessons stuck better than others.
So she’d showered and dressed and made her way down to the dining room at the agreed-upon time. She didn’t eat much at the best of times, and this was certainly not the best of times, so toast and fruit was enough breakfast for Diana. She’d taken a seat alone, because she’d been a bit early, but that didn’t bother her any. She’d been alone for decades. Okay, well, maybe it bothered her a little bit.