<strong>"I don't even know what the festival's about,"</strong>she shrugs, still pouting over yet another lost opportunity to enjoy a good view of pert young breasts.<strong>"Probably commemorating some big thing that happened a thousand years ago, or maybe a massive feast in honor of some saint or other associated with abstemious restraint."</strong><br/><br/>She falls silent for a long moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Uhm, about what you did.  Back at the temple.  Thanks.  I mean, I coulda gotten out of it, kicked plenty of ass, trashed the place...this way was better."</strong>