In the dining room, they have a headwaiter that makes sure the whole dining room runs smoothly. Edwin was a 50+ man from India, with a potbelly and a little mustache on his upper lip. He lit up when he saw the three of us girls walking into the dining room, me leading the pack with the grandparents trailing behind. He would stop and look me in the eyes and ask, "How are you today, Princess?" And I melted every time. Which surprised me. I didn't think I appreciated endearments, but I guess I do. A lot.