It's still Day 22 as the tribe follows Jeff into a little lodge. Judd is put at a separate table of his own, and the rest of the tribe sits down in order along a long table, Jamie at the end. There are some dogs running around, so Jeff explains that they "live here." Just so you don't think they're part of the reward. Judd's steak and lobster is immediately produced, along with his beer. Cindy receives a plate of chicken and vegetables and something to drink. (Looks like white wine, maybe.) Danni receives a big plate of spaghetti, and honestly, I think my system might tolerate the spaghetti better than a giant hunk of meat when I hadn't had any meat for three weeks, so I think Danni's meal might be the one I'd have chosen if I had the choice of all of these. Steph receives a burger and a beer -- and that's the one Jamie would have had. Jeff points this out. "Nothing tastes better than my self-respect," Jamie says. Y'all, he worked on that remark all day.

Gary gets a slice of pizza. A small one. Rafe gets a ham and cheese sandwich, and people still try to look happy for him. That's about where the efforts to clap appreciatively die out. Bobby Jon gets hosed with a baked potato. One baked potato. It's going to take a lot of live minnows to make that into a meal. Lydia, thanks to Jamie, is second to last rather than last, so she gets a little fish. She is so happy that she actually becomes tearful. "I expected a cracker," she whimpers. I am totally saving that up for the next emotional moment in which I need to break the tension between myself and someone else. "[Whimper.] I expected a cracker." Finally, Jamie's ZONK! meal is a little bowl of nuts and, as a nice touch, lake water. It's been boiled, at least, Jeff promises. So it's gross, but not parasite-harboring gross.