Diane: So how long will that worm be stuck in your room?
Y/N: Poppi won't be hatching for another two weeks so it will be a while.
Suddenly a girl who looks a lot like Diane walks up. Except she isn't dressed as fancily as Diane.
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Girl: Hello, Dear Sister.
Diane: Diana?!
Y/N: Wait, Sister?
Diane: This is my twin sister.
Diana: I am Diana Tepes. Diane's older twin sister, first in line for the throne, and a mistress of swordplay. And that is just the top of the list of my finest details.
Y/N: (under your breath) Is Diane's cocky attitude rooted all the way to her ancestors or something?
Diana: Anyway, Baby Sister. I came to check on you.
Diane: You aren't supposed to be here without a host family.
Diana: Oh that? I'm not living in this country. Smith I believe her name was, she gave me permission to come find you so I can catch up. And who is this tasty snack?
She approaches you and licks your neck. You back away a bit and she smiles.
Diana: Oooh. Please tell me he's got O positive blood. That's my favorite!
Diane: Sister! We are not allowed to drink people's blood while we're here.
Diana: Ooh don't tell me you resorted to drinking the blood of common animals. It's so fatty... Not healthy for a vampire princess's figure.
Diane: No! Of course not! I'd never resort to such a peasant manner! I drink a special blood substitute.
Diana: But I'm not confined by your Exchange Program's laws as much as you are. So...
She pins you to a tree.
Diana: I'm going to have a little taste.
Y/N: Get off!
Diana: Now now. It won't hurt at all. Matter of fact, you won't feel a thing.
Diane kicks her sister off of you and her eyes burn scarlet red.
Diane: Leave my future husband alone.
Diana: Tch. You could never take a joke, could you? I wasn't actually going to do it. So... He's your betrothed.
Diane blushes and looks away.
Diana: Welp. Glad to hear. I'll be sure to tell father and mother. Ta ta!
She vanishes.
Diane: I hate her...
The next day, Elizabeth is making breakfast. The Bee Girl has made honey glazed pancakes and you take a bite.
