Four stars? That is fancy. My paternal grandparents took us to places like that frequently. It usually means "delicious, but tiny, food."

[She's even wearing a small pair of white gloves that cover her claws neatly. All the better to not disturb the general populace more than necessary. Despite her kind of laissez faire way of doing things not at work, Peace was well trained in proper, human, etiquette and takes Eridanus's arm politely. Her lower eyes open to check his heat signature, and follow the still-sunwarmed path that leads from house to drive.]

And thank you again; I wasn't expecting quite so big a present at the beginning of the month - curiosity driven or not.