<div style="text-align: justify;">She let herself be dragged along while still wondering who she was supposed to pray to. If there was one god and one god only, did it really matter? But at least Dimitri didn't seem to think it had ruined anything to pass by a Holocaust memorial, and for that she was grateful.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Yeah, a date, that's what I said,"</span> she replied as soon as they had put an appropriate distance between themselves and the memorial. <span style="color: #4080FF">"They usually involve going nice places. Getting to know each other bettah. Making out in dodgy bars."</span> She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively at him before breaking down laughing. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Sorry. I have a terrible sense of humor."</span> Raising a hand, she pointed in the general direction of a red brick building across the road. <span style="color: #4080FF">"There. Faneuil Hall. The cradle of liberty. But what I really wanted to was to show ya the mahket."</span> She had really been thinking about it. Dimitri seemed like he had been somewhat isolated, and the Quincy Market was always something to see. <br/><br/>First the road, then a largely uninteresting block, then Faneuil Hall. The old, red brick building stood watching over the three long, granite houses, colorful stalls with colorful awnings and colorful people milling around in a unending maelstrom of clothes and smiles and sounds. Alannah had to stop for a moment. Truth be told, even though she had lived all her life in Boston, she had rarely gone here, her parents considering it too tourist-y to go more than a few times. A wide, excited smile spread across her face. <span style="color: #4080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">People.</span> "Wanna go take a closah look, Dimitri?"</span></div>