Setting the table:
Alan better be scared. I have wine glasses, coffee cups, AND drinking glasses. I also have several table decorating options- and few match. That's right, Alan, I can have a yellow table cloth, red dishes, a blue centerpiece, and horrible fanned napkins...and you can't stop me.
Pasta and steak:
Apparently alan is a greedy mofo and needs both? I accidentally burnt all the pasta ingredients, but due to my superior cutting technique on the vegetables, I ended up with an 8.6. My steak was only a 7.7 because my hand cramped up a bit. Don't try to advance another chef level with a trackpad, everyone.
Gloriously mangled and smashed to pieces. A 4.9. Maybe it was the cutting board that was still contaminated from the raw steak. Perhaps it was the dull cutting knife that I need to use on every article of food to grace my kitchen. Could have been the strange pieces of fruit that seemed to shrink when they were turned over. Or...even the mixture of kiwi with apple. Who knows?
Through some fantastic k-pop mechanism, pouring a bowl of eggs into the batter until my mysterious instructor told me to stop, shoving the plastic bowl into the oven, and then retrieving a fully decorated cake shortly after...all seemed to work and give me a score of 10.
Alan stares straightfoward with an empty look in his eyes. What hole did this dark creature of the night crawl out of? It appears that he hasn't touched his meal, even though yet another great k-pop mechanism has transformed all my dishes into perfect, disproportionately large items. I am convinced that the k-pop girl has laced his 3 different drinks with something.