Outside the kitchen, Colicchio registers his concern about Hung running with a knife, "He almost caught Casey, face-high." Okay, I don't think it was quite "face-high" because, come on, Hung's short, but yeah, dangerous. And so dangerous, in fact, that Colicchio should have said something to him right then and there instead of waiting until Judges' Table. Colicchio makes a point of saying that Howie is just sweating and that in Howie's place, he would roast the pork and not mess around with braising, "It would have been fine -- it would have been, actually, probably better." Better than winning? Spoiler! Time ticks down and everyone packs up. Hung tells the cameras that he's just doing "last minute refinements," and adds, "I mean, if I can't cook rice, I should just go home right now." He laughs to illustrate how insanely ridiculous it would be for him (HIM!) to be sent home. Speaking of rice, Casey's rice boils over and Howie helps her scrape it out of the pan. "It became sort of…mushy," she explains.
We scamper on over to the luncheon site in time to see a small brown lizard scuttle down a tree. If this were Man vs. Wild, he'd be the luncheon, and one of the Brians (MALARKEY!, probably) would be doing naked push-ups in the snow. We get some lights, camera, best boy scenes and then the cheftestants arrive. Sara M. gushes over the Dame Chocolate set and explains, "It was set on Star Island, you know, all the fancy people live there." Not all the fancy people live there -- don't the Jeb Bushes live on Fisher Island? You know what they say, "Live on Fisher Island, get buried in Palm Beach, that way you'll have the best of Florida." Lia explains that doing their luncheon buffet-style means having to deal with chafing dishes and hot boxes, which sucks, because the food just keeps cooking. For that reason, Lia decided to do a cold dish. The cheftestants do more prep and write out nametags for their dishes.