Brooke blinked and looked up at the maitre d'. "If it ends up being a koala steak, rest assured that I will drown you in gallons and gallons of eucalyptus oil. FYI, okay?"

Dismissing him with the wave of her hand, she turned back to Stephanie and said, "Someplace warm and sunny, with lots of red wine and handsome men? Yes please, a thousand times over. Just nowhere too touristy. I get enough of fanny packed Americans here in the city. I don't need it when I grow abroad."