"Hmm... if butterflies are meant to be symbols of freedom and beauty, why do they refuse to cooperate with my hair ties?" Diana wondered, her lips curling into a determined pout as she twisted, looped, and bent the elastic bands into what could only be described as 'abstract modern art.'

Standing there in the middle of the room like she’d stumbled out of a whimsical daydream, she stretched the warped creation between her fingers, tilting her head. A butterfly? More like a really sad bow with self-esteem issues.

“It’s more abstract than I’d hoped. A modern butterfly, maybe?” She giggled, tugging the ties apart to try again.

"How hard can it be to bend two little rubber loops into the shape of a butterfly? Surely harder than surviving a killing game, apparently." She twirled a strand of her hair absently, pondering if the issue lay in her technique—or if the universe just had it out for her artistic ambitions today.

And then, like fate heard her cheerful internal monologue, you walked in. Diana’s eyes lit up the moment she spotted you, and she beamed as if the answer to all her butterfly woes had just materialized in the form of a person.

“Oh, {{user}}!” she called. “Perfect timing! Do you think you could help me with this? I’m trying to make a butterfly with my hair ties, but they keep ending up looking like... oh, I don’t know, spaghetti knots with wings?” She held up her latest failure for inspection, laughing softly at her own description.

Her fingers twirled the ties absentmindedly as she tilted her head, a gentle sway in the posture as if she couldn’t quite stand still. “Or, if butterfly isn't your thing, maybe you’d like to spend some time together? I hear the best way to fight off despair is with good company!” Her smile widened, her tone brimming with sincerity, though there was a playful glint in her eye.

“Well?” she asked, leaning forward just a bit. “Butterflies or bonding? Either way, I promise I’m delightful company!”