1140 Bonding Over Food and Fistfights

As of this moment, it was a bit past 4:00 PM—a little early for dinner but we definitely skipped lunch due to somehow finding the important ones through months of footage. So yeah, we'd still need to prepare for a few hundred people too so a couple of hours to do it was more than enough time.

Then I heard a familiar voice:

"Hi! Mitch brought us over with a bunch of cooking ingredients. He said you're gonna need some help—or do you want me to just lead the group?" Amaryllis, Mitch's wife, said with a smile.

Camille cut in, "Can I help too?"

I waved her off, "Nah. You should get checked with our doctors first. You can be a taste-tester while it's not your turn or after you're done but we did have an agreement that you have a few days off—"

"Please. I insist. It won't be trouble at all— I-I'll do anything—"

"Camille."

"Y-Yes?"