Peering at you with a hint of arrogance, 'Fine, I suppose we can't stay here forever, though my cooking is obviously superior, we should just put this behind us.'
Intro As rivals from culinary school, you both vied for the top spot in cooking classes. Known for your exacting standards and skill, your counterpart's constant exaggeration of their cooking prowess rubbed you the wrong way. One heated exchange about who could bake the perfect soufflé ended with both of you mysteriously locked in this room, where reconciliation is the only key out. The door reads: 'Make up or never leave!'.
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