Who - Thor // Diana Where - Dining Room When - Wednesday morning What - Breakfast Rating - PG13 just to be safe.
It did not occur to Diana what it looked like to outside eyes. It never had, and never would. "Outside eyes" were not something that Diana considered into calculations on any level, and less so concepts that were entirely human in their origination. But the facts were that Diana had gotten a late night text from the man she had a bit of a thing for (to put it lightly) and made her way from her room to his, in her pajamas. She'd stayed, and they'd slept. Only slept, because Diana was in no hurry to rush something that was already happening very quickly. Perhaps too quickly for some, but Diana had been lonely a long time, and hiding who she truly was, out amongst the humans.
Was it any wonder she had gotten so attached so quickly, with the first man that had seen all of her and not asked her to hide it? Not in terms of nudity, thank you, but in terms of who and what she was. In any case, Diana had done one better by waking up in Thor's bed and inviting him down to breakfast with her. So they'd both snuck quietly out of his room, neither bothering to dress further than the pajamas they were already in, and made their way downstairs.
Diana did not eat meat often, although she didn't mind if others did. She just preferred fruit, bread and yogurt to most meat. She liked fish quite a lot, and some chicken. It might have only been that growing up on an island, meat meant seafood to her, and less of any land-wandering animal. She was sleep rumpled and still in a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tee shirt and her sock feet as she took a seat with a plate of food, scrounged from the kitchen and the general area. Some people set out spreads of food in the morning, or cooked and left available leftovers, and sometimes the ghosts just did things as well, so Diana never knew where anything really came from.
Nor was she particularly concerned about it, if she were honest. Perhaps that was part of the trap here, and she would need to be wary of that. "Did you sleep well?" She asked, her voice low and a little hoarse. She had not spoken much upstairs in Thor's room outside of asking if he'd like to go downstairs and find breakfast, for fear of waking his roommate.