She goes for the pomegranate and cranberry first. After a few, she stops and gestures frantically for another shot of the pink stuff.

"Goon! Another ampoule!"

She winces a little at the injection "Ahhh, that's so... Relieving. It's like when you recover from a head cold and you can finally breathe again." 

"You're taking to it remarkably well, you aren't even having obvious vasodilation about it!"

"I don't even know what that word means, but thank you. If this causes me some kind of horrible side effects tomorrow, you'd better put all your fancy science work on hold to stay by my side and comfort me."

"Oh, no, my Tellicherry peppercorn, if you have horrible side effects I will be doing fancy science work to make sure you don't die and cost me all my pearls and a change of pace in my orgasms."

"Y'know what, that's probably a better idea." She finishes her portion of the fruit salad and belches louder than she's ever belched before. "Dang, that felt weirdly satisfying."

"Better out than in."

Course ten is cookies! They're chocolate chip. They are the Platonic ideal of chocolate chip cookies.

She's overloaded with sweet after the first two but she keeps going out of sheer eagerness to please. She wonders if she'll be able to finish the rest of the meal without another shot of pink stuff. She groans. Her stomach is packed. She feels like her organs are being squished. She hopes they're not actually.

"Shall I have a goon haul you to the bathroom in case there's any space to be made that way?"

"I'm in kind of a vulnerable mood right now, don't really want to be touched by a stranger. Can you do it? Wait, shit, you're pretty much a stranger. Whatever, you get what I mean."

"Picky, picky." Monoceros gets up and hauls Katie to her feet and walks her into the bathroom. Relieves her of her pants. Throws them to the goon. "Burn these!" And sets her down. "Call me when you want walked out again."

She blushes profusely, but doesn't have time to say anything. She relieves herself and grunts for the deranged criminal she's rapidly falling head over heels for to help her back to her seat at the table. 

"Was that the sound of someone calling, 'Monoceros, o Monoceros, help me walk, I'm perishing under the weight of ten courses'?"

"Yeah. And uuuh, what about my pants. I'm of course fine with you seeing that, but the goons..."

"They know what's good for them. I threw your pants out into the hall, they're not looking in here except to bring the courses and you'll be tucked under the table. But there is a robe in here." She divests Katie of her shirt - "That too!" she calls, flinging it - and enrobes her. The bathrobe is red, and fluffy, and very voluminous; Monoceros rolls the sleeves up for her so they won't dangle in her next dish.

"Comfy." She mumbles as she staggers back to the table, supported by Monoceros's strong arm.

"I have the best in everything!"

Course eleven is raspberry buttercream bonbons.

She vacuums them up. The crunch is exquisite and the raspberry is the perfect blend of sweet and tart. She's in heaven.

"Oh, is this a favorite?"

"You might as well ask me to choose a favorite child."

"Ha! Well, I hope you have room for ice cream."

Here it is! Salted caramel.

She's practically drooling. She takes the provided spoon and  begins filling in the last remaining crevasses of her bloated stomach. It's so rich and sooo sweet and just the right amount of salty and she feels like she's melting faster than the ice cream. 

"Isn't it great? The milk is practically half-and-half to begin with it's got so much fat in it."

"I know of some other things that are great in part because they've got so much fat in them." She lost all capacity for subtlety several thousand calories ago.