"That could be very useful." She wished she'd had a teleporter. Though most likely Vargas would have slain him or her before they could even use their abilities. He'd moved insanely fast.

Languedoc had once existed as an establishment for the wealthiest of the wealthy, one that dabbled in secret and illegal menus. But since Stephanie had acquired it, it'd taken on a new life as a bit of a hotspot for the well-heeled youth population, those who liked the "danger" element of an establishment that hired several mutants. Including a chef who had what he'd euphemistically told Stephanie were "food powers".

But they were headed upstairs, to a private bar. They'd have to pour their own drinks, but they were also completely private up there. If food was desired, they could send for it. Once upon a time, ortolan and other forbidden delicacies had been served there. But today, it had become a fallback space for Stephanie to have truly private meetings with other people or to be rented to people who desired the same.

The bar was lavish and packed with all manner of drinks and mixes, both elaborate and simple.