Colleen watched Wicked, a fraction of her curiosity veered away from the party ideas. She didn't make it a point to observe other people's eating habits, but the girl's had been so eclectic and her appetite seemingly unending in the time they were spending together that she could not help but wonder. "I like the sound of that," she told Wicked, sincere, and let her other thoughts fleet by. Colleen didn't want to make assumptions. Washing the citrus oil off her fingers, she turned her attention on Jasper.
"Maybe you need a second opinion," Colleen suggested. "The next time you make sorbet..." A voluntary hand raised above her hips. She could be free from bias, absolutely.