"Lunch", the sphinx repeated. The word made her think of some rather bloody scenes, but Chantinelle was probably not meaning that kind of lunch. "We could do that. The Manor does have very tasty steaks, but other places offer... variety." She glanced back when they left the Manor behind. It was good to get away from the place for a while. Then she realised something, and gave a short laugh.

"I had almost forgotten what it is like... elsewhere. What it's like without that annoying itch." She had ways to ease it, but she couldn't make it go away. Not entirely.