Diana gave a sigh at Tiffany. While she wanted to be bad at her, a tent would be nice. She smirked and looked back at her hands. Fuck.  She'd be stuck like that until they found a key. She tried again too pull them apart, pulling as hard as she could for a short few moments.<br/><br/><br/>After a few seconds she gave up. "Did anyone find my keys? She asked sitting in front of the boar, contemplating taking a bite.