Zhi laughed. The name, she was sure, had been tongue in cheek. "Couldn't tell ye," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Can't read th'sign, an' I ain't never asked. But it's run by three miqo'te." She shrugged. "An' it ain't th'place ye go t' watch lasses wi'out their clothes on." She leered, and snorted. "Ain't no one goes there t'eat, Chocobo."
