Isabella stared at the pathetic excuse for a kitchen.
No stove.
No pots.
No pans.
Just a fire pit.
She took a slow, deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.
Then, she turned to Sheila and Ophelia. "You're joking, right?"
The two girls blinked at her. "What?"
"This." Isabella motioned wildly at the primitive setup like it personally offended her existence. "You actually cook with this?"
Sheila and Ophelia exchanged looks.
"...Yes?" Ophelia answered slowly, as if confused by the question itself.
Isabella's eye twitched.
She was starting to understand why this quest was worth 110 freaking points.
It wasn't even just about finding herbs or almost impaling herself a million times trying to fish with a stick.
It was about this.
This nonsense.
This absolute caveman lifestyle.
She inhaled sharply through her nose. Hold it together.
Ophelia and Sheila were watching her now, their confusion deepening.
Sheila leaned in slightly, whispering to Ophelia, "Are we sure she's from here?"
