[i]"Oh! It's food? I see... I guess anything."[/i] [b]She looked at the menu once more, wishing she had an actual translator, but she was thankful for Michael. He seemed kind...[/b] [i]"What do they have...?"[/i] [b]She asked, her voice becoming more lyrical as she spoke. It had a gentleness, a kind of, soothing tone to it. It wasn't really on purpose either. But the likelihood was that she was a good singer.[/b]