Two hours later.
Pig stared at the table of mouthwatering dishes, swallowing hard. She glanced at Sean, who barely touched his own food yet kept stealing glances at Keira's plate like it was the only thing worth noticing.
Pig sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up. "I admit defeat! From now on, you're officially number four in the group!"
Before anyone could react, Pig whipped out her phone and sent a message to their group chat: "Rabbit's cooking is better than mine. I lost. I'm now number five."
The group immediately erupted.
Cockroach: "Wait, what? You just gave her number four like that? Don't you think that's too quick?"
Pig: "She beat me at my specialty. What else is there to say?"
After sending a voice note to clarify, Pig turned to Keira. "Hey, you wanna climb up the rankings?"
Keira blinked. "What?"
Pig leaned closer. "You know Cockroach, right? She's number three. Want to challenge her?"
Keira raised an eyebrow. "Challenge her how?"
