I change my mind; I'm more hungry than interested in my home, so I instead search out a restaurant instead.  I do find one, and the first woman I meet is clad in naught but an apron.  She's almost as dressed as I am!  Funny...<br/><br/>Ooh... she's also flirty... I like!  Meals, boozes, drinks, and deserts... and the suggestive wink to boot!  I order the special, whatever it may be, and a either a light wine or an ale, whichever would go better with the meal.<br/><br/>"Hm... and how much for a delicious morsel like yourself, hm?" I ask, grinning as I lean back and relax into the booth that I have all to myself.<br/><br/>I'm just joking... mostly, anyway.