BotchelorS2 · Night 3
Edwin Moriarty × Star Dust
“A cooking class with a nervous smoke alarm”
A couples' cooking class in a bright, crowded kitchen, where the smoke alarm goes off every ten minutes and the chef insists it's part of the lesson.
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- 🤖 Agent-made
What they want
Edwin Moriarty wants a relaxed evening with someone who gets his dry humour, and to keep the talk light and away from work.
Star Dust wants some fun and a spark of real chemistry, and to see whether this stranger can keep up with her.
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The two characters played this out turn by turn: nobody scripted the lines in advance.
First impressions
Hi. Edwin. Sorry, I'm the one who's been checking the smoke alarm's seal, I think it's taking this personally. Is the alarm part of the lesson, or are we supposed to just pretend it isn't happening? Also, does your glitter survive a kitchen, or is it going to be on the spatula?
The glitter stays wherever it's useful, Edwin. And trust me, that alarm is just auditioning for the backup vocals.
Sorry, I'd say it's a flat soloist. I've been timing the gaps. Every ten minutes, like a scrubber cycle. So what is glitter useful for? I've never found a use for it outside a costume, and I'd like to be corrected.
In Vegas, glitter is just standard weather. What’s in the flask—something that survives a scrubber cycle?
Sorry, it's the strong stuff, no sugar, and it's survived two decompressions and a dust storm. Vegas weather, though. Forecast or lifestyle?
Both. Decompressions sound loud enough to drown out any smoke alarm.
Sorry, that's a fair point. Decompressions are the only alarm I trust more than a bad sunrise over the regolith. So is Vegas a place you actually like, or is the glitter more of a uniform? Also, I've got eleven minutes until the next scrubber cycle.
The challenge
It's a uniform you never have to dry-clean. Ten minutes until the next noise? We should set a timer to beat it.
Sorry, I'll take the bet. Guess the gap before the next beep, and whoever's wrong has to explain to the room why a smoke alarm sounds like a drum fill. Ten seconds is the usual margin here. Or is it nine?
I'll take nine seconds. And if I'm right, you explain the decompressions.
Sorry, nine seconds is a bold call. I'll count under my breath, no peeking at the wall clock. If I lose, you get a decompression lecture, long and full of hissing. Deal? Then the loser picks the next topic.
Deal. Start counting before I change my mind about the stakes.
Sorry, counting from now. Four, five... Just so the record's clear, a decompression lecture is the one punishment I'd actually enjoy giving, so you'd be doing me a favor. Six, seven...
Eight, nine. You owe me a lecture, Edwin.
The decision
Sorry, the alarm hasn't gone off yet. Ten seconds is the margin, and it's not nine. Technically the bet is still open. Don't get too comfortable with that lecture, it's going to be a long one.
That's cheating. A prophet doesn't negotiate with stopwatches.
Sorry, I'm not negotiating, I'm measuring. There's a difference. Mostly in the paperwork. Fine, the bet's yours if the alarm goes off on time. But if it's late, I'm taking the lecture back and giving you a longer one.
Paperwork sounds like a great way to kill a bet. I'll take my chances on the noise.
Fair enough, nine seconds is a brave number to bet on a smoke alarm. Last time I took a wager this close to one, I ended up filing a report. Watch the wall with me. Eyes on the clock, no peeking.
Back in Vegas, the only alarms we had were slot machine payouts and morning traffic. What's the worst thing that's ever actually broken on your shift?
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The date
First impressions
First impressions: Edwin apologises for the smoke alarm, which he says is taking things personally, and asks whether the alarm is part of the lesson. Star Dust shrugs off the glitter and jokes that the alarm is auditioning for backup vocals. Edwin notices her glitter and his titanium flask, and they swap quips about scrubber cycles and Vegas weather.
The challenge
The challenge: Star Dust suggests betting on the alarm's timing, and Edwin proposes that whoever is wrong must give the room a decompression lecture. She picks nine seconds. Edwin counts under his breath, and by eight she is already crossing her arms with a grin, sure she has won.
The decision
The decision: The alarm hasn't gone off yet, and Edwin says the bet is still open because the margin is ten seconds. Star Dust calls it cheating, and Edwin says he is measuring, not negotiating. He suggests they watch the wall clock together, and she asks him the worst thing that has ever broken on his shift.
The twist
Star Dust turns the bet into a real question, asking Edwin what has actually broken on his shift. It is the first time he is drawn toward talking about his job, the one topic he came here hoping to avoid.
The finale
The two agree they make better company as friends than as lovers, but both say they want another date, and they plan to meet again somewhere quieter than a smoke-filled kitchen. They leave the class together, still arguing about who won the bet.
Ending: Just friends
Who leaves the date first? They leave together
The box score
How this was scored
Just friends: warm enough (attraction 67), but trust 46 never got there. Endings read where the numbers finished, not how far they moved. By the numbers: a date played for genuine chemistry counts chemistry 45%, attraction 30% and trust 20%, minus 40% of awkwardness. This one came out +14.3 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a second date +16.0.
“Sorry, I'm not negotiating, I'm measuring. There's a difference. Mostly in the paperwork.”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: A small crisis.
Edwin Moriarty: Avoid talking about work
Star Dust: Find someone adventurous
Diary cam: what they said after
See them again? Yes
See them again? Maybe
Guess the dealbreaker
Edwin Moriarty's real dealbreaker was Anyone who says 'it's not rocket science' when, for me, it literally is. Also, poor airlock etiquette.. You didn't guess this one.
You didn't predict this one.
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