In the Toothbrush Loft, Marcel and Michael get to work. They're focused. Michael tells us, "I'm doing a twice-baked potato with shrimp, a turkey canapé, and corn, and a cheese plate. I think I'm gonna knock it all down. No problem." He's also doing a mashed potato-something. Marcel babbles that he's going to be cutting it really close and asks Michael, who is shucking corn, "What do you think they're doing next door?" Michael grunts that he doesn't know. Most of Michael's responses to Marcel have been grunts in this scene.

Next door, Carlos meticulously preps his salad. We see a skillet of pepitas (pumpkin seeds), and Carlos is sitting down, slicing garlic cloves. Carlos tells us, "My prep day consists of concentrating on the salad. So, for the four hours, I really try to dedicate myself to my salad." Elia sautés the mushrooms for her soup. Betty complains about the oven temp and tells us she having problems getting her crème brûlées to the right consistency. So far, there's no sign of Marcel helping or hindering her. Okay?

While the Native Americans are hard at it, the Pilgrims have breakfast at Simon L.A. at the Sofitel. After toasting the fact that they aren't cooking Thanksgiving dinner on that hot summer day, the Pilgrims talk smack about the Native Americans. Someone wonders if they picked a leader, and Mia says, "No, I think Marcel pretty much separated himself from the rest of the group and is doing whatever Marcel is gonna do." Dude, they all have to be separate from one another because that's what they're being judged on. Just stop with the trumping up of issues against Marcel. Arrogant he may be, but he's not separating himself from the rest of the Native Americans any more than any of them are. Mia shakes her head that there has to be some level of camaraderie otherwise the whole meal will be a disaster. Much like the Social lunch was?