The moment their car pulled into Mannfoxx Paintball Warzone, Belle took the lead, guiding the eager group straight toward the left annex of the gaming complex. Nestled right beside the main arena sat an open-air restaurant, its warm ambient lighting and savory aromas creating an inviting contrast to the chaotic battlefield nearby.
"Food it is," Jackson remarked, catching up to her pace and flashing his sister a knowing wink. "You really know how to set the right priorities."
Belle chuckled, turning back slightly to address the rest of the crew trailing behind her. "Each round on the field is going to take a lot out of us, so we're refueling first to keep our energy up," she explained thoughtfully, her tone blending casual logic with a hint of maternal care. "Besides, the last thing I need is the kids fainting from exhaustion and hunger midway through a match. We came here to have fun, not to endure a survival test."
