Author's Notes: Huh...it's been a while, hasn't it? ^^;

Current Interaction: Chef and Blaineley.

Blaineley held up her microphone and flashed the camera her flashiest grin. "Hello, and welcome to Eat Crow, Canada's next hottest reality show! I'm Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran, coming at you LIVE from the world-famous Chez Fromage restaurant in Toronto."

The camera followed her as she began walking between the fancy tables, heading toward the kitchen in the back. "Here, in one of the country's top towns of taste, we will meet twelve up-and-coming cuisiniers vying to be crowned the next Chef Supreme! And here to judge them we have Cordon Bleu graduate and my fellow reality TV star, Chef Jean-Marie Hatchet!"

A machete came down, lopping off the head of a fish as its wielder gave a gap-toothed grin. "Hello, Blaineley, and thank you for that kind introduction," he said, his voice slightly stilted.

"We're happy to have you on board, Chef! Now, why don't you tell our viewers a little about what the contestants can expect to face this season?"

"Well, Blaineley, here on Eat Crow, we're gonna take reality cooking to a whole new—"

BAM-BAM-BAM!

Chef faltered; Blaineley scowled, looking off-camera. "What is that noise?!"

BAM!

The back door into the kitchen burst open, and a short brunet in disheveled clothes fell into the room. "CHEF! Please, buddy, listen to me!"

Chef groaned—Blaineley's eyes rolled up to the ceiling. "Oh, for Pete's sake..."

Chris McLean crawled forward, grabbing Chef by the hem of his apron. "Come on, man, I'm begging you—come back to the show! Please!"

"For the last time, Chris, I ain't comin' back! I'm with Blaineley now!" he said, pulling his apron away and taking a step toward his new co-host. "I'm sick of torturin' teenagers for the eighth year in a row! We got our own show, now. One where I can actually put my talents to use, instead of just haulin' junk around while you lay on your butt drinkin' cocktails!"

"But I need you, dude! You can't leave me alone with the executives and those—horrible teenagers! I can change, I promise! I'll even start paying you! For reals, this time!"

"SECURITY!"

"No—Chef, please—!"

Two security guards came and dragged Chris away, sobbing.

"You hurt me one too many times, man!" Chef called as the back door slammed shut again. He sighed, rolling his eyes toward Blaineley. "Can you believe that guy?"

"He is a sad little man, isn't he?" She checked her watch. "Great, now we're off-schedule. We're gonna have to hustle if we want to get the contestants in for tonight's dinner rush."

Dinner rush—that brought back memories to Chef's days in the restaurant business. He imagined the Eat Crow contestants—a sad collection of wimps he ever saw one—rushing around like madmen tonight as he stood over them, screaming. While he was working with an attractive female TV star. He grinned again.

"Take it from when you come into the kitchen?"

Blaineley sighed. "I guess. Come on, Maurice."

She motioned to the cameraman, who followed her back out into the dining area of the restaurant. "Here, in one of the world's top towns of taste, we will meet twelve up-and-coming cuisiniers vying to be crowned..."

A/N: Why don't more people pair these two? "Cooking Show" could even be a good name for this couple.

Next Interaction: Billy the Intern and Cameron. Finishing one set of characters and moving on to another.