Because so many unexpected things had happened the night before, the production team let the guests sleep in this morning and didn't issue an early-morning task.
Amelia Lockhart slowly stirred awake to the aroma of cumin.
'It smells so good! Who's roasting meat this early in the morning? How cruel! I was stuck eating nothing but fruit and bread all day yesterday!'
Amelia Lockhart conveniently ignored the two roasted fish she had eaten yesterday, indignantly crawling out of her sleeping bag and limping out of the tent.
She saw Ethan Quinn holding a sizzling, glistening roasted rabbit in one hand, while using the other to evenly sprinkle it with cumin and chili powder.
Amelia Lockhart couldn't help but gulp.
As if hearing her swallow, Ethan Quinn looked up at her, then glanced at her foot, which was wrapped up like a rice dumpling.
Ethan Quinn stopped what he was doing, set the food down, took off his gloves, and walked toward her.
