The moment that Eve was off to the massive dessert section of the Buffet, Jack was up and out of his seat after her. A man truly ruled by his stomach (his adrenal gland paid into the time-share fund for his attention), he was not about to miss something as integral to continued life as dessert.
Nausicaa offered heaven on silver platters, literally. Well, the silver platters were not actually (in all likelihood) pure silver, just looked that way. He snagged a plate for himself, and then another for Eve, handing the empty plate to her. "Well, I can really understand now that people might gain weight on a cruise like this. Maybe I'll just ask someone if I can just sleep under the table, rather than going all the way back to my room in between meals."
Two cannolis, filled with delicious sweet ricotta cheese, dipped in chocolate. A slice of pecan pie, with whipped cream. Some sort of flakily fluffy looking cake...he thought it might be called a Napoleon, topped with rich whipped cream and blackberries. A cookie, a magic bar...