Catherine sat at the brunch with Henry and Eleanor and their father.
She hadn't planned on paying extra for food on the cruise, and Mrs. Allen hadn't thought to make brunch reservations beforehand, anyway. Catherine stared at the options on the buffet, each one fancier than the last.
"I hope the choices aren't disappointing," her friends' father said to her.
"It all looks too wonderful, I just can't decide what to have first."
"If you don't see what you like, you can ask them," he told her.
"Oh, these will be fine! I'll take some desserts."
"A sweet tooth, then?"