Diana had never quite taken on the mortal habit of celebrating and engaging in debauchery once Friday came around. If she wasn't with Clark and the others, she was at home in Metropolis, staying in for the evening, or, very rarely these days, visiting her sisters in Themyscira.
There were avenues for that kind of behavior in Marrowood, the Hocus Pocus and one other establishment whose name she couldn't quite remember, but habits died hard and tonight Diana was spending her evening looking for food she could eat in the privacy of her hotel room. Yes, there were a few places that sold foods in the Square, and the hotel did serve food as well, but Diana still preferred solitary meals for the most part.
After she left the Sheriff's station it didn't take long for her to reach the grocery store, but before she actually made it inside she caught sight of a face she had seen once or twice. She'd never had a conversation with Jefferson, but she knew of him as the person Emma would visit often. She and Emma were co-workers, Emma was likely one of the people she was closest to in Marrowood, relatively speaking, so it was only right that Diana say hello to the man.
She smiled as she walked purposefully towards him, her right hand moving up to her hip to tighten the lasso she'd attached to her jeans, intending to greet Jefferson.