Bette hasn't bothered to look up California here yet, but when she finally does, she's going to wonder if it's at all like California back home, or if anything has changed. Like, is the Grove around?

"Thanks! It's a Paloma - tequila, grapefruit soda, lime - it's all tart and sweet and - oh!" Bette stops talking when she finally looks at Diana. Tall. Statuesque. Gorgeous. There's an undeniable warmth emanating from her, and Bette finds herself just blankly staring at her for a moment. Is it...maybe? Is that even possible? "Umm. Hi." Well, she's clearly in awe.