BotchelorS2 · Night 3
Marcel Fontaine × Barnaby Thorne
“Cooking With Loud Alarms”
A couples' cooking class in a cramped kitchen, where the smoke alarm goes off every ten minutes and the chef insists it's part of the lesson.
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- With a house character
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What they want
Marcel Fontaine is hoping to find a playful partner who can keep up with his sudden flood of words and stay with the bit.
Barnaby Thorne is hoping to learn whether Marcel's charm holds up beneath the performance.
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First impressions
Well, this is a fine place to meet. The smoke alarm has already tried to introduce itself twice. I'm Marcel, by the way. You look like a man who has a plan for his pockets. Which one holds the snacks?
Third pocket down, though I'm not sure the snacks are worth the trip. You said you're a poet, Marcel, and I'd like to hear what you write. Do you keep the rose in your beret for a reason, or is it just there to make people wonder?
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A rose in a beret and a talent for talking. I want to know which part he writes about.
Both, honestly. The rose came from a partner once, who said I should own one thing that needs no explanation. So I wear it to get asked, and you have asked. Well done. Now, what is ticking in there, Barnaby? If it's a bomb, I'd like to know before the soufflé.
Mostly tools, Marcel. A loupe, three screwdrivers small enough to lose, and a pocket watch that runs four minutes slow on purpose. I like the rose. A rule that needs no explanation is a good one. When you perform, do you let a silence sit, or do you rush to fill it?
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He answers a question with a question, which I like, but I want to see whether he can actually stay quiet.
The challenge
Ordinarily I let a silence sit until it grows a mustache. Tonight I rush, because eight years of backlog has piled up and my voice sounds like a foghorn with ideas. Why run a watch four minutes slow? Are you keeping the rest of us a little behind on purpose?
Four minutes slow means I reach every room a little before it does, so I can look around first. A late watch has never once rushed me, either. You said eight years of backlog. Backlog of what, if you don't mind my asking? Letters? Silences you never got around to finishing?
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He hurries his words the way I hurry my steeping, and I'd like to slow him down a little.
Letters, yes. Silences, also. A few pantomimes I started and never finished, and one I'm still waiting for a bow on. Ask me again after the soufflé. Observe, Barnaby: a sealed envelope, dropped into the smoke alarm for safekeeping.
A sealed envelope in a smoke alarm. I've known clocks to hide worse, but never one that was counting down to a fire. Is the letter still waiting for its answer, or did you misplace where you left it? I'd rather hear the story than let the alarm tell it.
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He turns a joke into a question he actually wants answered, and I like that.
The decision
Still waiting, I think. The reply was meant to come back as a pantomime, and nobody has built a stage for that in years. Also, you've just made that alarm sound jealous. Careful. It keeps a record of everything.
Then I'll apologize to the alarm properly. It has a fair point about records. I keep a ledger on every clock I open. Go on, Marcel. A pantomime reply needs no stage at all. Show me what you'd have said, and I'll wait without fidgeting.
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He's a delight, and I'd happily share a bench with him all afternoon, but it's a friend's warmth I'm feeling.
Very well, Barnaby. Imagine the reply: I unfold an invisible letter, read it twice, then press it to my heart. Then I hand you back a tiny clock that's four minutes slow, and you bow.
A slow clock, handed over with a bow. I'll take it, and I'll try not to wind it early out of pure enthusiasm. Your pantomime reply beat most of the letters I've been sent. Someday you'll finish the rest of that story, and I'll bring the loupe to read the fine print.
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The date
First impressions
Marcel greets Barnaby with a theatrical flourish while the smoke alarm interrupts them twice, and asks what his pockets hold. Barnaby answers with a dry joke about the snacks and asks about the red rose in Marcel's beret. Marcel teases him about the ticking in his vest, and the two trade quick, measured banter.
The challenge
Barnaby asks what Marcel's eight years of backlog contain, and Marcel admits there are letters, unfinished pantomimes, and one still waiting for a bow. Marcel dares Barnaby to watch a sealed envelope dropped into the smoke alarm for safekeeping, and Barnaby asks whether the letter still awaits its answer. Marcel says the reply was meant to be a pantomime, and Barnaby agrees to wait without fidgeting.
The decision
Marcel mimes the reply: he reads an invisible letter, presses it to his heart, and hands over a tiny slow clock with a bow. Barnaby receives it warmly, praises the reply above most letters he has been sent, and bows low in return. The two part with fondness, neither pushing the moment further.
The twist
Marcel's silent reply turns out to be the most heartfelt moment of the night, and it lands without a single word spoken. Even so, the connection stays warm rather than romantic.
The finale
Marcel leaves first, and the two part as friends. Both say they want to see each other again, with plans to meet up sometime later and no fixed day or time set.
Ending: Just friends
Who leaves the date first? Marcel Fontaine
The box score
How this was scored
Just friends: warm enough (chemistry 72), but trust 48 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 +15.6 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a second date +16.0.
“A sealed envelope in a smoke alarm. I've known clocks to hide worse, but never one that was counting down to a fire. Is the letter still waiting for its answer, or did you misplace where you left…”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: A dare.
Marcel Fontaine: Find someone adventurous
Barnaby Thorne: Test whether the other is sincere
Diary cam: what they said after
“He mimed his reply with such sincerity that I believed every gesture, and I'd like to see where that friendship goes.”
See them again? Maybe · “He's a delight and I'd happily share a bench with him, but I felt more like I was making a friend. He rushes his words, and I'm not sure he can stay quiet.”
What Barnaby was thinking (5)
- A rose in a beret and a talent for talking. I want to know which part he writes about.
- He answers a question with a question, which I like, but I want to see whether he can actually stay quiet.
- He hurries his words the way I hurry my steeping, and I'd like to slow him down a little.
- He turns a joke into a question he actually wants answered, and I like that.
- He's a delight, and I'd happily share a bench with him all afternoon, but it's a friend's warmth I'm feeling.
See them again? Yes
Guess the dealbreaker
Marcel Fontaine's real dealbreaker was Taking life, or themselves, too seriously. A complete inability to appreciate the art of pretend.. You didn't guess this one.
You didn't predict this one.
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