Looking at her meager dollars, Krystal waved off her poverty with the nod of the head;
"To hell with it" she said aloud. "If I'm gonna eat I'm going to eat good." With her mind set, Krystal set off to find nourishment. She knew just the place.
Corneria was home to some of the finest cuisine, and "The Flagship" was no exception. Slightly humorous and adequately corny, "The Flagship" was a restaurant designed to mock or perhaps acknowledge the fine world of pilots, mercenaries, and other space warriors in the plight of fine dining. Some may be taken aback by the theme of the place, but all together, "The Flagship" had some very good reps.
"Ahh how many?"
Blushing slightly, Krystal replied "Just one."
The host looked slightly surprised but thinking nothing of it, brought her to a cozy seat in the corner. The atmosphere was pleasant but the fake ships hanging from the ceiling reminded Krystal of Fox. She frowned to herself - perhaps this wasn't the right place. But it was too late and after being served a drink, Krystal looked over the menu.
Budget wise, this was place was going to eat her money very fast. She couldn't even afford some of the really spendy cuisine. This defiantly seemed like a bad idea.
But Krystal's stomach desired pure and expensive foods and that's just what she was going to get. Maybe she could pit-pocket somebody. She could ditch the bill. Or she could whoo somebody over...
Her thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the returning waiter and expecting him to take her order, Krystal opened her mouth to speak, but only to meet further interruption.
"Excuse me" said the dignified hare, "but it appears the man over there" and pointing across several tables to a darkened table, "\ would like to have a word, and if, the madam would allow, would like to buy you dinner."
Her surprise must have shown on her face, as the waiter began again:
"Shall I decline his offer?"
"No no," replied Krystal hastily. Raising his eyebrow slightly, the hare gave Krystal an almost snobbish look. Ignoring him, Krystal began to think. A free meal at such an expensive restaurant? There has to be a catch. It's just too easy! Then again, food is food, catch or not. But why dine with a complete stranger? Unless, I know the guy.
Her stomach growled as if on que. Waiting impatiently for her reply, Krystal began...