Sarah chuckled to herself, finding it somewhat amusing that the main ingredient of her meal appeared to be eggplant. She put it in her mouth and innocently looked at Diana who gave her a quizzical look.

"Something funny?" the other woman wanted to know. She sat across from Sarah and loosely dangled her fork in her hand, somehow managing to hide her face in the steam of the single mouthful of food on it.

"You don't use a lot of emoji, do you?"

"Can't say I can make much sense of them."

"You might want to look what eggplant is used for."

Diana put her food in her mouth and seemed to swallow the steam whole, leaving her flushed and radiant at the same time.

"You're not going to look it up?" Sarah asked as Diana simply kept eating.

"No phones at the table," Diana said gently, "Well not when I'm sharing a meal."

"Come to think of it," Sarah observed a moment later, "You said you eat emotions."

"Mhm..."

"But you're eating... food?"

"Just for the pleasure of eating. Or maybe I'm eating your joy at my delicious cooking."

Sarah frowned down at her plate, considered claiming the meal tastes like shit, but Diana laughed before she could open her mouth.

"I'm joking. You'd feel it if I was taking anything from you. I just like food. My body is mostly the same as yours. I can eat if I want..."

"But you eat..." Sarah started, confused at the discrepancy.

"That toom which obviously has no equivalent for humans. I did say mostly the same."

"While we're on the subject. Are you actually from, you know.. hell?"

Diana lightly put her fork down on the table, it lightly clicked, she then giggled, "I can't really tell you the history of my people over dinner, but I can tell you this. I'm not from you are imagining as 'hell'."

"Then..."

"Simplest answer that you'll understand; I'm from another dimension, which just happens to look a lot like what humans call 'hell'. This, I admit, might be our own fault."

"Do I want to know more?"

"Only if you want to ruin our meal with a boring history lesson."

Sarah frowned, then shook her and took a moment to eat, before continuing the conversation in a slightly different direction.

"One day I'll figure out how to tell if you're bullshitting me," she said, looking levelly at Diana.

Diana playfully cocked her head and made a teasing kissing face for Sarah before replying, "I'll wait that lifetime."

That evening, Sarah had decided to hang around in the lounge, half watching the incredibly sappy romantic comedy Diana had on. Most of her attention was on he book she was reading, though she'd occassionaly dare a glance when the music swelled to underscore important plot elements.

When the credits finally rolled, she lowered her book and stared intently at Diana, who had impassively watched the whole thing.

"Do you actually like these?" she asked, drumming her fingers on the book's cover.

"Sometimes. I just like stories in general."

"I've noticed you watch a lot of kid's stuff."

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"Kid's stories are more fun, because kid's stories are fantastical and bizarre. With adult stories you get..."

She waved dismissively to the television.

"But a story is still a story, and you learn to love other people's when you're stuck in the house all the time."

Sarah flicked her book to the table, almost knocking over Diana's tray of fresh baked cookies when it landed.

"Now that you mention it. I've never seen you leave the house. Well, the grounds anyway. Why's that?"

"Well for one. If I get too far from the house, the whole structure collapses."

Sarah smirked.

"Honestly. It would happen. Secondly, I can't leave the grounds if I wanted to, thanks to a certain angel. Well her and Father Kramer. Mister 'I open a few books on demonology and now I can play jailer for an innocent woman'."

"Okay, I'm confused."

"You say you're not from hell, but you are a demon. And demonology, which to my knowledge is based on theism, works on you."

"Well, there's science behind it, which is just obscured in a lot of magical hocus pocus. Let's just say that when we and the angels came here, we set a bunch of rules. Like in Star Trek, the prime directive."

"Nerd," Sarah said, more to show she was listening than to insult her.

"Anyway, we said to not bother the humans. You guys were still figuring out how a pointy stick was better than a regular stick to kill something at the time after all. When they really started figuring out stuff, some of us decided, 'screw the rules, we are gods' and started to meddle with the locals. That had the unfortunate side effect of binding us, to your, human's, realm. Some stuff happened and now I'm an immortal being stuck in a subrub."

Sarah stood up, then burst out laughing, "Well that was definitely bullshit. Goodnight, Diana."

Diana pouted, then sighed before softly answering, "Good night, Sarah..."

Diana stood on her tip toes to reach the top of the kitchen windows, singing to herself as she cleaned them.

'I'm not wearing underwear today,' was the first Sarah heard out of her mouth when she was close enough to make out words. When she entered the kitchen, she saw Diana had put on a skirt, so she might have been telling the truth, still Sarah decided not to pursue the subject.

"Good morning to you too," she said, checking the stove to see what Diana had in store for breakfast and, to her disappointment, finding nothing, "You seem even more chipper than usual?"

"Do I?" was the reply as Diana returned to the soles of her feet, "Probably because my sister will be visiting today."

"...Won't she be trapped by whatever Kramer did?"

"Nope. That's just for me."

Diana picked her glasses from the counter and put them on before turning around, "How's pancakes sound?"

"Pretty good."

Diana set to cooking while Sarah scrolled through her news feed, when something suddenly occured to her."

"Hey, Diana. Two questions."

"Go ahead."

"Well, first is a two parter. You've lived different lives, right?"

"Mhm."

"Were you Lady Di?"

Diana laughed, "I wish. No, but I think I was in movies those days. What's the other question?"

"Why do you wear glasses? You barely showed me your eyes when you showed... the rest. Do you actually need them to see?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Would I ask if I didn't?"

Diana stopped beating her batter and put the bowl and whisk down, then sat down across from Sarah.

"I'm only going to show you this once," she said calmly, then took off her glasses, gingerly placing them on the table. She held her eyes shut for a moment, then opened them. Sarah gasped. It hadn't been tricks of the light. Her eyes were the faint flickering orange of a burning candle, rolling and dancing in the center of the whites.

"Well, humans love eye contact and this is almost impossible to hide, so..."

She picked up the glasses and put the end of one of the temples in her mouth, "Besides, aren't they a little sexy?"

"...I guess."

"You can compliment me, you know," Diana smirked, " It won't make you gay."

Sarah returned the smirk, "Tiffany Charles already took care of that in high school."

Diana put her glasses back on and returned to her baking, smiling softly to herself, " That's how it is then?"

"Didn't you poke around in my memories?"

"Only the ones with any relation to men's... things. I suppose that explains why there were so few."

Sarah returned to her phone's news feed.

"Actually," Diana said, briefly stopping the beating, "Then what was up with that clumsy attempt at sex with that boy?"

"High school drama," Sarah shrugged, "They made fun of him for being a virgin."

"So you thought you'd help him? Very altruistic."

"Not entirely. They kept avoiding me in the locker rooms."

Sarah changed the pitch of her voice, imitating her one time tormentors, " Ew. Don't go near the dyke, Becker, she'll try..."

"I think I know where that story leads," Diana cut her off, "That's all in the past, right? So, what happened to that Tiffany girl?"

"No idea. I just thought she was hot. Didn't actually know her."

"Fair enough," Diana said, and quietly returned to baking until her phone buzzed. While still pouring the batter into a pan with one hand, she used the other to see who had contacted her.

"Oh good," she said, not able to suppress a happy skip, "Lily will be here around twelve."

"Question," Sarah immediately threw out, "Sorority sister, or sister sister?"

"Younger sister. Either nineteenth or twentieth after me."

"So, should I be worried about her?"

"Probably. She has her own feeding sources, but she's a bit aggressive, and still very young by our standards."

"Well, I'm counting on you to protect me if she tries anything."

Diana flipped the pancake, then turned around to grin evilly at Sarah, "What if I only invited her to share you?"

"Then at least the debt will be paid...."

"So, do you want to..."

"No."

" Too bad," Diana laughed, turning back to her pan, "Guess you still have work to do then."

" So I do," Sarah sighed and started to think of what to paint.