"And where is home?" Who in their right mind let their daughter go adventuring? She was liable to get herself killed! "And if you aren't a thief and you aren't a whore, what is it, exactly, that you do for money?"
Stopping outside a small, brick building, that, frankly, wasn't much to look at it, the older woman opened up the door. Behind the frosted glass existed a whole new world. The restaurant wasn't very big, but the design made it look spacious enough inside. Candles flickered on the tables and art hung on the walls. The atmosphere here was comfortable, classy, and private, it seemed, and the maitre'd stepped up to greet them with an easy smile.
"Good evening, ladies. Do you have a reservation?"
Eliana's smile could have charmed the robes off a celibate monk. "Hutch sent us."
The man bowed, picked up the menus, and showed the pair to a booth. "Right this way, please."