They have thirty minutes to prep, so everyone starts breaking down chickens. Stefan makes a gross joke about breasts and thighs and let's just pretend that never happened. We get it. He loves ladies. Done. Josh hopes to emulate his grandfather's recipe, and since they don't have much time to brine, he's injected his chicken with the brining solution. Josie is blending spices carefully, and she interviews that her great-grandmother was an expert at Southern fried chicken, and she's going to do it. Josh gives Josie shit over whether or not South Florida is actually in the South. Well, neither is Oklahoma, really.

Brooke tells Josh he's going to hate her recipe. Josh hopes she's not trying to make it healthy. Brooke admits that she's only using breasts. And she's taking them off the bone. Oh, Brooke. I don't know much about much but I know that real chefs frown at boneless chicken breasts. Those are suburban weeknight dinner territory. I mean, I use them because they're easy to cook and eat, but if I were making dinner for this group? I don't think I'd make what are essentially chicken tenders. Way too easy to dry out, and flavorless. Brooke interviews that her plan is to fry the skin and use it in the breading so that it still tastes like it has skin on it. That sounds interesting.

Everyone gets their chicken butchered and seasoned and in buckets for transport, and they hop in their cars to head to Tom's rental house. On the way, Josie gets in a mock argument with Stefan and asks him how to say "Kiss My Ass" in German. He tells her a phrase, but then reveals he actually taught her how to say "I'm going home next." Let's hope Stefan has some sort of witchcraft powers.