"Restaurant August has provided me with enjoyable meals without fail," Yrael assures them, "though any good meal can be made better by company."

The hostess is good enough to politely ignore any inappropriate smiles from diners, leading the three of them through to one of the private dining rooms thoroughly divorced from the main dining areas. Like much of the restaurant, the room is wreathed in golds and creams and warm brown tones. The sliding doors are dark wood and glass etched in a golden lattice pattern, allowing for privacy and shutting out the sounds of the larger dining rooms behind them and the kitchens somewhere down a hall to the side. The lone table is set for three, the leather of their chairs dark in contrast to the honey-toned wood of the dining table.

The hostess smiles and invites them to sit, pouring ice water for each of them. "Chef Augustin will be with you shortly. Please enjoy your evening."