Catherine knows there's something amiss, but curiosity is going to--as always--get the better of her. She imagines idly that all they do here is feed people... Not that she's complaining, after years of substandard treatment and foods she'd rather forget. A little undue luxury here and there is going to make her incredibly suspicious, yes, but also intrigued.
She finds a little out of the way blanket to sit on, carefully and somewhat gracelessly sitting, legs tucked to she side, back straight, eyes casting about the park. Tea, no. Coffee? Is there coffee? Well, she'll hunt for it, leaning over to examine the little pots with a distasteful expression.
Idly, she lifts one of the tarts, looking it over.]