Beckett's POV
We’re gathered back in the dining hall, the kitchens from two days ago are now gone, replaced by long trestle tables draped in white cloth, each one loaded with construction paper, glitter, glue sticks, ribbon, cotton wool, and an assortment of craft supplies that I can't even begin to name. Christmas music plays softly from speakers somewhere overhead, entirely out of season given the sweltering heat radiating off the deck, though nobody else seems bothered by the incongruity.
Fallon appears seconds later, greeting us warmly as he passes us, heading toward the producer.
‘Morning everyone! I hope you are all ready’ he calls out, ‘it’s going to be fun!’
I grimace, not sure that the host's idea of fun will match the rest of us but I keep that thought to myself.
We stand ar
