The Lonnit Entertainment crew had spent the morning navigating jungle ruins, dodging tourists, and filming yet another flawless segment from Kate Wilder. Now, they found themselves at a charming local restaurant tucked away in a small village near Palenque. Its open-air dining area offered shade from the heat, and the scent of freshly made tortillas filled the air.

The group settled at a long wooden table adorned with brightly colored woven placemats. A cheerful server brought out trays of tamales, cochinita pibil, poc chuc, and bowls of sikil pak, a Mayan pumpkin seed dip served with crispy tortillas.

"Oh my God," Jamie Tiergan said, grabbing a tortilla chip and scooping up a generous helping of sikil pak. "This might be the best thing I've smelled all week."

Charles Lonnit adjusted his scarf—which, inexplicably, he still refused to remove—and sniffed the air. "It's certainly… earthy."

Kate Wilder gave him a sidelong glance. "That's code for 'he's afraid of trying new food.' Charles, live a little."

Mark Nestor grinned as he dug into a tamale. "Come on, Charles. This is authentic Mayan cuisine. You'll regret it if you don't try."

"I regret a lot of things," Charles muttered but tentatively took a bite of cochinita pibil. His eyes widened. "Oh. Oh, this is… actually incredible."

Erin Keenan smiled, dipping her tortilla into the sikil pak. "See? You're not going to die from eating good food."

Charles wiped his mouth with a napkin, turning to Kate. "Speaking of close calls, that tourist at the Temple of the Skull—what was his deal? The guy was a walking cliché of disrespect."

Kate sighed, setting down her fork. "I don't know. Some people just don't understand how to act around historic sites. It's like they think it's all a joke."

Jamie smirked. "Hey, at least he apologized. That's more than I expected."

The group was halfway through their meal, enjoying the flavors and atmosphere, when the calm was shattered by the unmistakable sound of raised voices. A couple swept into the restaurant, all loud energy and obnoxious confidence.

"Heidi, babe, this place is rustic," Spencer Pratt said, his voice carrying across the dining area. "We should be getting comped for showing up here."

Heidi Montag twirled her hair and glanced around, her expression alternating between bored and vaguely annoyed. "Yeah, this vibe is soooo 2010. Do they even have sparkling water here?"

Jamie nearly choked on her tamale. "Oh my God. Is that… are those Heidi and Spencer?"

Kate groaned, putting her head in her hands. "Of course, it is. Because this trip wasn't chaotic enough."

Charles perked up, his director instincts kicking in. "Reality TV royalty? This could be good for us."

Erin blinked. "Are they still… relevant?"

Jamie, clearly entertained, leaned forward with a grin. "Relevant or not, this is gold. I'm living for the drama."

Heidi and Spencer commandeered a table near the center of the restaurant, oblivious to the stares. Spencer waved over a server, snapping his fingers like he was summoning a servant.

"Do you guys have truffle oil?" he asked, looking disappointed when the server shook her head. "No? What about a five-cheese blend for nachos?"

Heidi flipped her hair. "I only eat gluten-free tortillas. Are yours organic?"

Jamie stifled a laugh, whispering to the group, "This is like watching a live train wreck."

Kate shot her a look. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Because it's hilarious," Jamie replied. "They're acting like they're on Survivor: Luxe Edition."

Spencer's voice carried again. "Babe, these menus are in Spanish. How am I supposed to know what to order?"

Heidi pouted. "This is why I don't do rustic. It's soooo confusing."

Mark leaned toward Kate, his voice low. "Do we intervene, or just let them implode?"

Kate sighed. "Let's just focus on finishing lunch. Maybe they'll leave soon."

Unfortunately for the crew, the couple seemed in no hurry to leave. Spencer started loudly critiquing the restaurant's décor, while Heidi attempted to stage an impromptu photo shoot using her plate of tacos as a prop.

Jamie couldn't stop laughing. "I don't know what's better—the fact that they think this is high fashion or that no one cares."

Erin, however, looked uncomfortable. "It's just… so awkward. Like, can't they just eat quietly like everyone else?"

Charles, still chewing on his food, shrugged. "They're entertainers. This is probably normal for them."

Kate shook her head. "Normal or not, it's exhausting."

The chaos peaked when Spencer stood up and loudly announced, "Alright, we're leaving. This place is so overrated."

Heidi tossed her hair dramatically. "Yeah, I'll post about it later. Two stars, max."

As they swept out of the restaurant, the rest of the diners let out a collective sigh of relief. The Lonnit crew exchanged looks before bursting into laughter.

"Well," Jamie said, wiping a tear from her eye, "that was the most entertaining thing I've seen all day."

Kate leaned back in her chair, exhausted but amused. "I need a vacation from this trip."

Mark grinned. "Hey, at least we got a great story out of it."

Erin nodded, finally relaxing. "Yeah. And the food was amazing."

Charles raised his glass. "To Mayan cuisine and accidental reality TV cameos."

The group clinked their glasses, laughter filling the air as they savored their meal—and the absurdity of the day.