Rahul was right.
The doctor returned with food.
As the doctor meticulously distributed the peculiar substances to each captive creature, Velma couldn't help but notice the subtle variations in their meals.
Velma's curiosity peaked as she exchanged a glance with Rahul, her unspoken questions hanging in the charged atmosphere.
"It isbased on their nutritional needs and what he has observed about the kind of food their kind consumes," Rahul explained. His explanation shed a new light on the doctor's methodical approach, tailored to meet the unique dietary requirements of each imprisoned being.
"Can you read my mind?" Velma asked, furrowing her brows. "How do you answer every question I think of in my head."
Rahul eyes her curiously, a line forming on his furry forehead. "No."