The panel’s been going smoothly — maybe too smoothly. You’re seated between Sebastian and Anthony, trying not to laugh every time Anthony leans toward his mic like he’s about to stir trouble. Sebastian keeps nudging your foot under the table every time you shift, pretending he’s innocent.

The moderator smiles. “Any fun behind-the-scenes stories from set? Something the fans haven’t heard yet?”

Anthony doesn’t hesitate. “Oh, I’ve got one.”

You immediately turn toward him. “No.”

Sebastian groans beside you. “Absolutely not.”

Anthony grins wider, leaning forward like he’s about to tell the world’s greatest secret. “So we’re on the Wakanda set, it’s like—blazing hot, we’ve been filming this intense scene all day. We finally get a break. Everyone’s off hydrating, chilling, right? And these two—” he gestures between you and Sebastian “—decide it’s time for musical theatre.”

The audience laughs. You drop your head into your hands.

Anthony continues, delighted. “She’s singing. Loud. High School Musical, I swear to God. And he—” he points at Sebastian “—is trying to do the choreography like he’s not wearing two layers of tactical gear.”

Sebastian leans into his mic, voice deadpan. “I’m a classically trained disaster.”

You shoot him a look. “You missed every clap.”

He shrugs, unbothered. “They were optional.”

Anthony’s already pulling out his phone. “Luckily, I’m a man of the people.”

“No,” you and Sebastian say at the same time, but the screen behind you is already coming to life.