It was fortunate that Cosima did not readily recognize Diana’s name and, furthermore, was not inclined to say anything about any potential dream lives with her. Though she would have taken such a discussion in stride, it would have no doubt confused her. She was still adjusting to the fact that one day she might start dreaming of a different life; the idea that such a life would be represented in pop culture, for everyone to consume, was entirely next level.
“Good to hear!” Diana’s confused expression dropped, replaced once again by a proud smile. “Tell me about it. I have my mother to thank, though.” She passed over the Feta flavored chips to Cosima, before opening up the Gyro kind for herself. “I believe she may be under the impression that I’m starving.” If it had been possible for her to send over a full course cooked meal, Hippolyta would have done so. ...Likely every week that Diana was gone.
“I am actually. All over again,” there was amusement in her voice as she spoke. “I decided to start over. Apparently eight years wasn’t enough for me. Are you a student as well?” She took a large chip in her mouth and started to chew as her face skewed, taking in the taste. That did not taste like a gyro. Actually, she wasn’t sure what it tasted like exactly. “Oh.. I hope yours are better than these.”