The crew made their way back to the cozy courtyard where lunch was waiting. Long tables were set up under the sun, and the spread of dishes was already sending out inviting aromas. Mirabe took one look at the feast and raised an eyebrow. "Did the production team hit the jackpot or something? This lunch looks amazing!"


    Her mic was still on, so naturally, Walker heard her loud and clear. He took a big bite of his sandwich, as if to vent some frustration.


    "This looks like it''s been made by a celebrity chef," Hans, the foodie of the group, remarked with appreciation.


    Exhausted from the day''s activities, Heather didn''t wait for anyone else to sit down before copsing into a chair. She rolled her eyes at Hans''ment, too tired to be impressed.


    Michelle settled in beside her cousin, scanning the dishesid out before them. Most looked pretty standard, but two in particr caught her eye-two tes, each with a different preparation of turtle.


    She didn''t think much of it at first nce and soon was absorbed in her phone, tuning into the live stream. The chat was buzzing as the camera panned across the day''s lunch spread, and for once, it seemed free of any trolls targeting her or Heather.


    Just as Michelle was about to close the app, a few newments caught her attention, causing her face to stiffen.


    "Did anyone notice the two dishes in front of Heather and Michelle? A pair of turtles."


    "Ahem, it''s like the tortoise and the hare, isn''t it?"


    "Tortoise and hare, suddenly it''s got a whole new vor."


    "I suspect the production team is throwing shade at Heather and Michelle."


    "Yeah, why else would those dishes be right in front of them?"


    "Shh, let''s just keep it to ourselves before we get shredded by their hardcore fans."


    Michelle turned off her phone, no longer interested in thements, but she couldn''t help ncing at the two turtle dishes again, suddenly feeling her appetite


    wane.


    Heather nced at her, then discreetly switched off her mic before asking, "Spot some nastyments again?"


    Michelle''s eyes narrowed slightly, but she shook her head. "Nothing much. Everyone''s just talking about how good the food looks today."


    "Oh." Heather didn''t dwell on it. She brushed her hair back and reopened her mic, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "The production team sure has a special way of pampering our little sister, don''t they?"


    Herment might have sounded passive-aggressive, but it sessfully piqued the curiosity of the live stream audience.


    "What''s this special treatment Heather''s talking about?"


    "Is she implying there''s something fishy between our little sis and the crew?"


    "Fishy? More like turtle-y. Shut up with the nonsense!"


    "Shut up with the nonsense!" *repeated multiple times


    Meanwhile, Mirabe had carried her food tray to the back kitchen where a small table and chair awaited her. Sitting down, she removed her mask and began to eat, asionally checking the live stream.


    She was greeted by a flood of "Shut up with the nonsense!"ments scrolling past. Touching her nose, she couldn''t help but wonder who they were targeting-it seemed someone was having a rough time.


    But it didn''t take long for the inappropriatementers to be silenced by the moderators, and the chat returned to normal.


    After a quick look, Mirabe exited the live stream, set her phone aside, and focused on her meal. And she had to admit, today''s takeout was exceptionally good.