Guy says that it doesn't sound like they love it, but as long as he and Soltani keep eye-fucking each other, Blue has this in the bag.

Robyn explains the sea bass with grapes, sprouts and micro-basil. "I'm drawn to it because of the pink and green on the bottom," says Ché, and Meister complains that it needs to be sharper and more precise. Soltani calls it quite bland. "What about spices, what about zesty, what about pungent, what about kick?" she says. In a talking head, Robyn suggests the women come into the kitchen and try to cook in stiletto heels. Huh? Why would they be wearing stiletto heels? It's not like Robyn was. Nice try covering up for your "just salt and pepper" seasoning misfire.

The women are split on Red and Blue, so it's down to Meister to decide which team wins.

After the commercial break, Meister says, "Blue all the way." So Blue wins, and Ramsay reminds Robyn that they asked for something spicy.

Kimmie mutters at Robyn that she's really mad, but when Robyn suggests they talk, Kimmie grouses that she doesn't want to talk now. God, Kimmie needs to get over herself. I realize she's from the Memphis hood and all, but damn.

The men's prize? A couple grand to spend in a Malibu boutique before they go wine-tasting. Tiffany whines that she wanted that prize, because I guess she was looking to add to her collection of spaghetti-string tops with no bras.

While the men leave to go get ready, Ramsay is still having a go at Robyn and Kimmie for their lack of spiceitude. Kimmie tries to say she wanted more spice in there, and Ramsay says she should have spoken up more. Kimmie is now actually crying, which is awfully hood of her.

The women have to get the dining room set up for Fashion Night, including making centerpieces and hand-building a runway. They're working while the men, changed and ready for their shopping spree, stroll through. Robyn yells, "Have fun being girls!" which doesn't bother them a bit.