"You know what?" Brooke asked, watching him go. "No more culinary surprises for me. The only surprise I want now is finding out that the wine I'm drinking is a better vintage than I had originally imagined." She arched a brow. "Who owns this place? Because I say we buy it and change some things we don't like about it." She glared at the maitre d' as he returned. "Such as the help."