Dinah had agreed to meeting with Oliver. There was a bit of trepidation at what he might want to discuss, but she knew it needed to be done. She'd been wrestling with herself over the last few days about whether she had any business remaining a member of the League. Not with how disjointed the team was.
As much as she trusted Dean, bringing him into the meeting had been a bad idea all around. There were too many personality clashes there and the team should have had the chance to deal with her first meeting back after her time off without having to try to adjust to the dynamic of having someone else there as well.
She didn't feel like it was a good conversation to have out in public, so she'd invited Oliver over for dinner at the Manor. She'd cleaned herself up a bit. She wasn't going all out, but she wasn't going to answer the door in sweats either. And she might have taken a little bit more time with her hair and make-up than she should have, but in her defense she looked a lot like death and needed to work to make sure she looked human again. There had been a lot of sleepless nights and a lot of tears shed in the last few weeks.
It was strange to be primping for a dinner with Oliver again. Even stranger that it wasn't her Oliver. Or ex-her Oliver, as might be more accurate.
She had told Alfred that she would get the door, partially because she felt bad about inviting someone over when she was already sort of intruding on his kindness. Or she felt like she was at any rate.