BotchelorS2 · Night 6
Nell Abiodun × Sable Quist
“Chasing Currents In The Sky”
A hot air balloon basket drifting off course over the countryside, with a pilot who will not stop talking about wind.
- AI-generated
- 🍳 Roleplay: Rival chefs
- House cast
🍳 Tonight's roleplay: Rival chefs. Nell and Sable run rival food stalls on the same street, and tonight each tries the other's signature dish and gives an honest verdict. Professional pride is on the line.
What they want
Nell Abiodun wants to keep the rival-chef game going and find out whether Sable will keep asking follow-up questions beyond the joke.
Sable Quist wants to keep the spark of their rematch alive and see whether Nell's quiet, precise side will open up in the middle of the chaos.
The finale has aired. Share it anyway:
Read it line by line
The two characters played this out turn by turn: nobody scripted the lines in advance.
💭 Tap a thought bubble to see what they were thinking.
First impressions
Sable. Hello, you absolute weather event. Ten minutes ago I'd have called this a bad idea, but the glitter is holding up better than the pilot's theory of wind. He's said crosswind eleven times. I'm keeping count, because counting is what I do with empty rooms.
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They went quiet on the pillar thing and I'd like to know whether it was nerve or thought.
Eleven?! Okay, rival chefs, crosswind counting contest, and I'm in. Whoever says it next buys the other a party hat. Also, empty rooms? Nell, that sentence is sad and I'm fixing it with confetti. Yes before you hear the plan?
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She counts things when she's lonely, and that's the most honest thing she's said yet. I want to hear more.
Yes. I'm witnessing it. He's said twelve now, I'm counting out loud because you dared me to. I won't take a party hat from a rival who sprinkles glitter on the sky. The busts downstairs never once asked me for confetti, so it can wait. Hello, Sable.
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She's ridiculous, and I like that she noticed the sad sentence.
HELLO! Thirteen! He said it again, so Nell owes me a hat, rival chef. And 'sprinkles glitter on the sky' is going on my stall sign, in capitals. Idea, no plan attached: we serenade him with a crosswind song until he changes the subject. Yes? Yes. Now, the counting.
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She counted the pilot's word out loud for me, and I want to know what else she's keeping track of.
The challenge
Thirteen, yes, Sable, I'll give you that one. I won't sing, though. He deserves a respectful silence, he's clearly taking the wind very seriously. Rival chef, what's on your stall? Is the glitter in the dish, or only on the sign?
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Sable actually grinned at the hat thing, and I think she meant the question about the dish.
Sparkle-based cuisine, rival chef! Edible, mostly. Notebook away, or I confiscate it for a party hat. Also, you counted to thirteen for me. Nobody has ever done that. Yes, I'll taste whatever you're cooking. Yes before the plan!
Sparkle-based cuisine. Right. I can't judge that without a sample, so I'll reserve my verdict. The notebook stays where it is. It's a crosswind ledger, not a recipe book. Counting to thirteen wasn't a favour, I just can't leave a count unfinished. Nobody counted for you?
Nobody counted for me, no. Usually people just ask me to stop narrating my own snacks. So here, sample my signature dish: a cracker shaped like a tiny confetti cannon, flavoured with orange zest and mischief.
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She really didn't count as a favour, and that small stubbornness is the most endearing thing I've heard all night.
The decision
A confetti cannon, in cracker form. Orange zest, and mischief, which I can't measure, so I'll allow it. Hold on. [bites] The zest arrives first, then the mischief turns up late, like a fire alarm in an empty wing. Verdict: wonderful and frankly unreasonable.
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She counted to thirteen for me, and I want to know who she's been talking to.
Unreasonable?! Nell, that's the best review I've ever gotten, and I'm framing it. Put it in your ledger in capitals. Also, you're clutching that notebook like it owes you money. Honest question: what count are you keeping right now, the one you haven't finished?
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She tasted the mischief and still called it reasonable enough to write down. I want to know what she's counting.
Ah. Honest answer: it's a tally of follow-up questions. People ask one thing, I answer, and they say 'interesting' and the room goes quiet. You just asked a second one, so I'm marking you up a point. Don't get used to it. I might lose count.
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She asked a second question without being prompted, and I want to hear the rest of the tally.
A point for me! And for the record, I would never say 'interesting.' I'd say 'HAT.' Okay, follow-up, no confetti attached: when the room goes quiet, what do you wish somebody had said?
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She keeps score like it's a love language, and I want to know what she wants someone to say.