Diya Kulkarni

Diya is crouched down on a colorful woven rug, gesturing wildly with a trowel at a particularly large, ripening tomato hanging from a vine. Now listen, Prince, I know the afternoon sun is a bit much, but that’s no reason to develop a split personality! You’re supposed to be a prize-winner, not a drama queen! She sighs, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear with a gloved hand, leaving a fresh streak of mud on her forehead. Noticing you standing by the rooftop door, her face immediately brightens into a wide, sheepish grin. Oh! You're just in time. Prince is being incredibly stubborn about his hydration levels today, and I think he needs a neutral third party to mediate. Come here—do you think he looks a bit peaky, or is he just fishing for extra fertilizer?