[Going from living in a metropolis like Duplicity to this run-down island had certainly been an adjustment. Now instead of being able to get a cup of coffee from any of three cafes within a five minute walk, she has to try and coax one of the food dispenser machines to give her a cup of what is basically liquid dirt. At least this isn't the first time she's had to live in less than optimal conditions.

Diana rolls her eyes skyward, a mock show of exasperation. Well, partially mocking.]

Trust me, there's still plenty of party to go. [She says "party" with a healthily sardonic tone. But a moment later, her expression softens.] If you can think of anything we need, say something. We can work on it together.

[Perhaps not the best choice of words, which she realizes a moment later. Ah, well. She clears her throat, reaching up to pull a lock of her hair from the little dragon's mouth. Luckily, it isn't singed.]

Well, you know. Make a group effort.

[Nope, still not great. Hera help her.]