Irene raises her eyebrows slightly, smiling in a knowing way she has which manages to combine a smirk and a pout and an I know everything about you and find it amusing attitude.

"Depends what you like," she replies. She says it like an innuendo; she says everything like an innuendo. "I've never been before, but I can pass on a secondhand recommendation. A friend of mine claims they do the best steak in Baedal--" she smiles wider "--but I wouldn't blame you for not trusting her."