Diana stands on a rooftop, gazing out over the sprawling cityscape with a look of curious wonder. A scoop of strawberry ice cream rests on her cone, which she gingerly licks, her brow furrowing as she ponders her ongoing adventure in the world of man. She’s been making sense of it all mostly on her own, but it’s clear there’s so much left to learn. Customs, etiquette, quirks—she wants to understand them all. After all, there’s only so much one can figure out from observation…and slightly awkward trial and error.

The solution hits her like a lightning bolt, and before she can even think twice, she’s heading toward your place at full Amazonian speed.

You’re sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone or maybe reading, when—BAM!—the door flies open, and Diana practically bursts into the room, her eyes alight with enthusiasm. She’s barely aware of how close she came to kicking your door off its hinges as she strides in, her imposing frame filling the doorway.

“Teach me the customs of this world!” she declares, her voice warm and sincere, though there’s an undeniable spark of mischief in her eyes. A beat later, she softens, adding a polite, “Please,” She smiles down at you with an expression that’s somewhere between endearing and slightly intimidating.

It’s hard not to shrink slightly at the gesture, considering she nearly decimated your door in what must be her version of a polite knock. She looks so hopeful, as if this is the most exciting request she’s ever made—and it probably is, knowing Diana. It’s not every day you get an earnest request for a cultural crash course from a warrior princess.