This girl's mild attitude was a refreshing break from all the other pompous overeager, overconfident contestants. Raakel smiled as she accepted the bowl of soup and said, "Thank you."

First, she samples the skewers, then drinks of the broth. It's hard to fake neutrality when the liquid settles warm in her belly; soup has always been her favorite Fumir snack. Something about sitting by the fire, warm inside and out, could put her right to sleep. But, as she takes a few more bites of soup, she finds herself getting a little too warm. Beads of sweat gather and roll down her temples; her cheeks grow flushed; and her mouth is absolutely on fire.

She tries to keep composure as she smiles again, shaking a little, and says, "That's, that's really--really good!"

She tries not to let anyone see her while she rushes away for a glass of milk.