Emily

...an army of maids standing in two rows stretching at least a couple hundred meters down carrying silver platters.

"Uhhh...Steph...how rich are you exactly?" asked Daniel. The maids entered the room in such a manner that it seemed like it was choreographed with the efficiency of a soldier and the grace of a dancer.
Everyone ignored Daniel's question as their attention was drawn to what was concealed in the silverware. Then a scream pierced the stillness of the dining hall.

"I scream for ICE CREAM!"

Stephanie waved her hand and every maid lined up to present to us all the delicious cold treats that they had.

"Chocolate swirl, chocolate mint, french vanilla, mango, strawberry, dark cherry, and green tea!" I have never seen this many different flavors of ice cream in front of me at one time. Although I don't like sweets, I can't resist this. The yummy stuff is just parading itself in front of you in silver plates how can you not resist this. And the flavors keep coming. I can just picture Jay Jay calculating how much this may have cost.

"Steph, if you have so many different types of ice cream then why aren't you... I mean, how can you sustain your beautiful figure?" stammered Jonathan as he made gestures with his hands trying to express what he meant.

"Jonathan..."