Mona eyed Ana with a curious mixture of pity and glee. The curve of her peach lipsticked mouth suggested pity and camaraderie, but her eyes would have been making loud guffawing noises if they could.

"Well, you need to make good friends with the details, don't you, dearie?" she said obligingly. "That's all very well for Egypt, but we also need youuurrr input. DINING!" she ejaculated abruptly. "Personally, I find it very difficult to find a reputable establishment in which to share a meal with an eligible bachelor. Everywhere seems to have a hag in the corner. I can't enjoy a filet mignon with hag smell wafting over it. I would like to read about something like that if I were a commoner." She smiled. "Just a suggestion."