Of the losers, Stephanie gets called out because her cooked prosciutto took on an unpleasant, gamey flavor, while Nikki's was, to no one's surprise, too dry. And that's being polite, if one can judge based on sight, which I do. Richard gets props for, in Rocco's words, "confounding me and then proving me wrong," which I bet might happen quite often. When it comes to Marmite, Rocco "can't think of a more foul flavor," but in Mark's hands it "turned out to be very delicious." Make it work, people!

The results will play into the first Elimination, which Padma reveals will occur tomorrow, after they get settled. Right there. In that house. Which no one saw coming, which is maybe why no one really seems to care. Andrew says some stuff, though, and waves his hands. Settling in involves poking around the (previously filmed) common areas of the house, which look quite nice and spacious, and wedging themselves into the bunk-bedded bedrooms, which look like brightly-colored prison cells. The deck seems pretty awesome, and everyone gathers for beer, champagne and getting-to-know-you chit chat.

Of his fellow competitors, Andrew says to the camera, "I'm not dissing them, but I can surprise people with dishes they haven't seen before or even thought about before, and they're gonna find out really soon what's up." I wonder what he's saying out on the deck, because Team Fauxhawk is looking at him like he just took a crap in their flowerbed and they don't quite know what kind of crazy that makes him. No apparent pan-theft discussion, but this scene is cut to make Andrew look a bit twitchy, so it's only a matter of time.

Alone in her room, Nimma's having none of the fun, and let's us know that she's this season's "here to work" martyr. She "hurts" because she lost the pizza contest -- which she didn't even technically "lose" since she wasn't one of the two people called out on national television for making a shitty pie, but she's clearly had a seat on this particular train long before she got to Chicago. Dale, closer to the action but still aloof, positions himself as this year's "here to work" egomaniac -- simple reduction: Dale is Hung.

The next morning, a be-cowled Padma explains the Elimination: each cheftestant from last night's winning group picks a numbered knife; in numerical order, each then selects one of the cheftestants from the losing group. This duo will cook against each other in a head-to-head challenge, trying to wow the judges with their own take on a classic recipe, selected by the duo's loser cheftestant from a list on a large blackboard. Each round will have a winner and a loser, and the eight losers will be up for elimination. Mark's bummed he doesn't get to choose his recipe, since he's not even sure what some of the dishes are, and Erik, who drew knife eight, knows he's going to be shafted with soufflé.