Victoria, evidently, had never hear dof the prophecy in question. Or, if she had, did not seem to remember it. Of course, Deanna had been around a great deal longer than she and was also more keyed into the underworld gossip, due to her sheer number of contacts. She also had more in teh way of spare time, whereas Victoria was either often fixated on a project or seducing an evening meal.
The latter being something which was more difficult to take care of, with curfews recently in effect.
The actual congratulations, though, set off something in Victoria which Star had known, near enough upon her first awakening: Happiness. Relief at knowing her maker was actually inspired by something she had done. A labour of love, even.
She could not help but give a genuine smile in response. Star was in no more danger of being 'left' and forgotten about for Deanna than vice-versa, but it was important for Vicky to have heard that praise and her facial expression read as much.
"Thank you..."
The mention of Star and Deanna meeting over 'taht arm-wrestling event', however, brought a mixture of amsuement and confusion to Victoria's lips and she voiced a most intrigued, "Oh...?"
Right now, Victoria had formed a mental image of a lesbian mechanics' convention, complete with fumes and petrol. None of which seemed to really suit either of the ladies in question.
"That's, um... Unusual! And slightly bizarre... Listen, I-"
Hmm, awkwardness. She had effectively been exiled by the redhead. Yet, it felt like second-nature to simply invite her out for a good time.
"We've got a limousine waiting for us," Victoria more gently offered. "The curfew's not long away, but... We could drive around for a little, maybe? Would you mind accompanying us?"
A beat.
"I sorta'... Miss you. And, hey! New addition to the family!" She introduced, simultaneously giving Star a squeeze of solidarity and sweep of 'jazz hands' for maker's approval.