"Is it 5 pm already?!" Camden exclaimed, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall. "I suppose it is," Clayton replied, a hint of surprise in his voice. "The weather, it makes it difficult to judge." He shrugged, his eyes lingering on the dancing flames. Camden, feeling a renewed burst of energy following her win, realised she was famished. "Shall I make us something to eat?" she asked, her gaze moving from Clayton to the kitchen. "Sure," Clayton smiled warmly. "If you're feeling up to it." Camden's smile mirrored his, as she made her way to the kitchen. "Let's see what we have here."
She began rummaging through cupboards and shelves, searching for ingredients. After a brief moment of contemplation, she settled on a box of mac and cheese, a familiar comfort food. "You eat spicy food, righ
