The arena buzzed with the rising excitement of students and faculty alike. The savory aroma of grilled meats, roasted vegetables, and simmering sauces wafted through the air, making stomachs growl across the field.
The morning sun beamed warmly on the cooking stations, each one a miniature battleground where skill, creativity, and quick thinking determined triumph or humiliation.
At the center of it all, Beau and Elenea moved like a pair of seasoned veterans. Their teamwork was effortless. Beau at the pan, flipping and stirring with precision, while Elenea darted around with ingredients, her sharp eyes catching every detail.
"Careful, careful!" Elenea hissed, snatching a spoon from him before he could add too much salt.
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," Beau protested, puffing out his chest.
"You almost turned the stew into brine," she shot back, cheeks flushed.
From the sidelines, Aranea cupped her hands and called out, "Beau! Elenea! Don't fight, just feed us after!"
