Diana smiles back at her, warm and welcoming as a summer morning. And there at her hip – yes, the golden glimmer of the lasso, even though she isn't in costume right now. The lasso goes with her everywhere. "It sounds delicious," she agrees. "I think I'll get one for myself."

She indicates a free seat near her. "And I've just happened to order what I know are too many canapés for one person... they're really meant to be shared. Would you like to join me?"