TWENTY-TWO
Penny did everything she could to make cooking look artistic, but even she had to admit there wasn't much she could do with sauce-out-of-a-jar spaghetti bolognaise. She just didn't have the ingredients to play with that would make it special. Not that it mattered, really – the cameraman kept his case clipped shut the whole time she was cooking.
More than once, she glanced over at Calais, sitting primly on her seat beside Jay. The other girls did various chores, stacking wood for the fire, preparing the salad and setting out the plates and cutlery for the meal, but Calais had earned the coveted spot by having her tent ready first.
Destiny had dumped on her again, Penny fumed. She should've been first, and not helped at all, seeing as no one was recording her culinary skills.
