Diana acted like she was offended, ''What do you mean by blast the kitchen?" She agreed with Ivy on Ryle being scary. After they cleared the misunderstandings, he was playful and nice but he was a devil before that when he pointed his gun at her. She was scared out of her wits. She shivered at the thought. He was caught off guard by the changes in his house and he was a little dazed. If not for his absent-mindedness, Diana was worried that she would have been dead by now.
''Of course, Dee, I haven't seen you cooking at all…''
''I make good coffee,'' Diana said defensively as she glanced at Angel who was biting her breasts from above the dress that she had donned. There was a wet patch on her white dress by now. She isn't looking for milk, is she?
''Good coffee is not good food. And pretty girls mostly do not cook that well.''
''Aren't you a pretty girl yourself?" Diana was speechless.
