Go down to the kitchen.

You follow Eva to the landing atop of the dual curved staircase. You cannot help watch her sway her wide hips as she seemingly gracefully float down to the foyer despite wearing high heels.

"How's dinner coming along, Pierre?" you ask as you step into the kitchen.

"C'est bonne, now that I have a helper," he responds in a thick French accent.

"Helper?" you wonder but then notice Brigitte putting something in the oven.

"Brigitte, you're not taking a nap?" Eva asks.

"I am too excited to sleep, especially after seeing the big kitchen and meeting a fellow French chef!" she giggles with excitement.

"This is suppose to be your vacation," you tell her.

"Food is my life," she says in her sexy Parisian accent. "Besides, I got to chat with Pierre. It is nice to talk with someone else on the island who speaks French!"

"I hope everything he told you about me is good!" you joke, although you do hope Pierre did not reveal how many women you have brought to the island in the past.

"Of course, monsieur!" your chef replies, giving you a wink out of view from Brigitte.

"When should dinner be ready?"

"An hour, monsieur," Pierre says, glancing at the oven clock.

"Okay then, I'll leave everything to the professionals!" you exclaim, you offer your arm to Eva before waving to both chefs.