Diana raises a brow at the mention of other duties.
Dear, I know you must feed every once in a while to keep that figure of yours... no need to be discreet.
A short pause, as Diana eyes the throne & the spiderlings walking about.
Quite, your silk survived both Sona's party and a terrible accident dealing with a blade. I may need to commission another soon as others seem to enjoy seeing me within a dress, or more casual clothes... rather than my armor.
Her red eyes blinked, a smile coming across her face. "More? Do go on, Diana. Details. Specifics. What gifts shall I weave from the web?"