Diana chuckled, clearly amused at Cosima’s statement. She supposed that a more severe lesson would have been for the wind to wait until she was proof-reading an unstapled, multiple paged report, the comical sort of thing you mostly saw in movies, but was still within the realm of possibility if one wasn’t careful. All that mattered was that her letter was safe and, better yet, she seemed to have a bit of company for a little while. Diana was thankful for even the shortest amount of social interaction. While she wasn’t the type to be loud and exuberant, she was an extrovert who found her “batteries” recharged amongst the company of others.
“Excellent,” she replied, obviously pleased. “Diana Prince.” She took Cosima’s hand, giving it a firm, friendly shake. “Depending on how adventurous you are, you might regret taking me up on this.” With a wide smile, she turned to lead the way back to the table where she had been sitting. She felt comfortable sharing even the most unusual of her bounty with the other woman. Her own experience with odd and unfamiliar American snacks eliminated any chance of her taking offense to any reaction Cosima might have. If anything, she found such things intriguing.
“Would you like to start with the Oregano Chips, the Feta Chips, or… actually, I don’t even think this is just greek,” Diana questioned as she looked over the back of the gyro flavored chips. Of course, those weren’t the only options. There was an assortment of Cheetos, including some that looked like monster teeth in your mouth, as well as other, less intimidating sweets.