Esther raised an eyebrow, but she let that little bit fall on its own -- this weird girl certainly seemed prudish enough that she wouldn't make those sorts of jokes at her own expense, would she?<br/><br/>"Then let's take care of that," she said, and nodded toward the little grill-restaurant she meant to take Verisira too.  And then, just as she intended, she lead Verisira there.<br/><br/>It wasn't much to look at on the outside, and on the inside, the place wasn't much prettier.  There was a counter with a tender, and behind him, a kitchen was in full swing, dominated by one man working over a very large grill.  There were others waiting, apparently, for their meals, as well.<br/><br/>Esther took the lead, too, marching right up to the counter and demanding "the best steak you've got", adding that they ought to "bill it to the Temple."  And then, just as quickly, she lead Verisira to a table, to be seated.<br/><br/>"They don't really serve anything<em>but</em>steak ... I just wanted to be sure they didn't give you something that's been sitting around for two weeks, right?  I hope that wasn't rude of me.  That's okay, right?  They'll probably send a potato or something, too.  It should be good.  Can I ask what brings you to the Temple?"