Diva paused, looking down at her cup. Gene would find sandwiches (since it was the only thing Diva could make herself, really) inside, but Diva was quiet as he rifled through.

"I know," she said after the pause, "and that's why I try to take him out to do things with me. He was always uncomfortable, though, since it was too..." Diva paused again, but this time she was reaching for a word to describe the parties. "...Too...rich, I guess? I don't know, since I'd never really gone to any other kind of party."

She took another sip. "Do you regret it, by the way? I mean, shooting me that much."