Rachel didn't care about light and feminine. Those were ideas society created, and she wasn't exactly rushed into living up to it. Let the girl have steak. She made a mental note to feed Megan too.
"It'll be my pleasure." She was nothing but generous when she wanted to. She turned to the owner and ordered a steak for Megan and the usual bottle of wine. The man nodded and rushed to the kitchen.
Rachel finally turned to Megan, a devilish sparkle on her eyes. "So, what are your plans and how can I help?"