"Careful, I might just take you up on that." Between bouts of terror, living on the cruise ship had been surprisingly boring. She'd developed some sense of routine, just to keep herself grounded, but Diana missed spontaneity. She missed vibrancy and the kind of excitement that didn't require her to pull out a sword.

Not that she didn't have her share of weird-shit stories.

Diana was just...easing into the whole 'living openly' thing. One step at a time. One disaster at a time, really.

"All right," she said. "Weirdest story you've got. Go!"