[ the honest and good-natured challenge of this woman produces the grin diana might use upon meeting with an old friend. she shifts with the seating of her breakfast partner-- not away but around, as sand and water shift to welcome the tides. diana's muscle memory stretches back through millenia, and it seems to wake up in the presence of a warrior of the same ilk. ]

I would choose all of the above, Jill. [ sing-song, her voice loses none of its merriment at the taunt. in fact, her grin echoes her own verbal parry: ] I would also prefer to be the judge of my own luck.

[ and it seems that luck is serving her very well. if jill's cards are truly on the table, diana may find herself a new friend. and if this woman is keeping something to herself still, hidden behind bravado and acerbic wit, well. diana does love a challenge. ]

You seem very comfortable for someone so new.