"I couldn't just let him go do what he was doing, now could I?" Diana answered putting Clark's articles on the couch table. "I can't help what I am, I'm a god killer, that's why I was created," Diana continued as she walked into the kitchen to get the food. She almost stopped to put her arms around his waist to hug him from the back, but the thought of cold food for Clark changed her mind.
"Don't they understand that the Amazons are here to help man?" She asked as she put the Chicken Marsala and roasted potatoes on potholders she used to keep hot food from burning the table.
"This smells delicious, I hope it's as good as it smells!"