Kevin was doing one of his routine "spot checks" of the other kitchens. He liked to do this from time to time, see how the other restaurants on the ship were doing as well as his own, and if necessary, offer in the strongest terms methods of fixing any problems that may have caught his eye. Today he'd ended up at Thalia's. It wasn't really his kind of place- he hated theme restaurants and always thought that a restaurant's main draw should be its food, not the decor. But he kept a stiff upper lip about it and decided to give it a shot.
He'd just placed his order- scrambled eggs and sausage with a "biscuit", although what Americans referred to as a biscuit was vastly different than his own idea of them. He saw the Indian-looking woman enter the cafe, looking confused as to where to seat. He stood up and smiled, motioning to an empty seat at his table. "Extra seat here, if you don't mind sharing." It was always nice to get someone else's opinion when critiquing.