It was the first farewell of the season, and all of the girls stood nervously on the tarmac at Sydney International Airport. They each stood in a line, right next to their baggage.

     Across the way from them, and standing on a large carpet that bore the season’s logo in front of the AFT-1, Drake, Frankie, Penny, and Jean stood (the last two in their mostly standard, multi-arm and catgirl forms respectively), looking over a tablet at the live results of the poll. Martin stood off to the side, of this group of four. Doing his best to not look at the contestants or the results of the poll.

     Drake let the clock tick for just a few seconds more, before tapping on the tablet. Securing the votes. “Well girls, the votes are in…” Drake immediately went into full host mode, his words dripping with suspense, “…After two very long weeks… one of you six girls… will be heading home…”

     The girls stared at one another nervously, as Drake continued, “And I’m sad to announce… That contestant… is…”

     “Rachel”

     The nervous smile dropped off Rachel’s face, being replaced with one of disappointment, as Kacie (the closet girl to her in the line-up) walked over, giving her a hug.

     Frankie interjected, “However, as with previous years of the competition, we’re not going to let you leave empty-handed,” She, Penny and Jean walked over, each giving her a consoling hug as well.

     Penny spoke up first, “First off, and this goes for all of you,” she pointed to all six of the contestants, “If you’re interested, the ISAG would be honored to induct you as a member of our ranks” Penny pulled out a slip of paper. Unfolding it, the single piece flourished into multiple pages, becoming a contract of membership, a little button with the ISAG’s logo on it stamped upon the front. “You should take the time to read this, but know that all you’d have to do is sign, and you’d be considered a full member with your first year fees waived.”

     “Next,” Jean smiled, as she produced her own gift, it was a three ring binder with a travel agency’s logo on it, “We knew that you were going to be real bummed for missing out on seeing the world, so we went ahead and booked you a globe-trotting adventure!” Rachel looked like she was about to cry as she took the three ring binder, opening it up and flipping through pages that contained airplane tickets, hotel reservation confirmations, and pages with both scheduled itineraries and local things to try out at each location. “It’s also got extras, in case you want to bring someone else along,” Jean smiled.

     Rachel closed the binder, tears freely flowing now, “T-thank you so much! It’s perfect,” She sobbed, hugging both Penny and Jean.

     As she calmed down slightly, Frankie smiled, “I’m afraid I don’t have as exciting a gift, but it would be my pleasure if you’d let me perform your farewell performance with you.”

     Rachel nodded, wiping some tears as the prop for her performance was wheeled out.

~~~

Farewell, Rachel

     The prop itself was rather impressive, a giant, to-scale model of a blender, a set of stairs on the front of the device leading to a glass door attached to the side of it so that the assistant didn’t need to be helped inside. Rachel slowly took the steps up, smiling at the other contestants and saying, “Bye for now, everyone. I’ll see you at the get together later.” Before stepping inside.

     Frankie smiled as she walked to the side of the device, saying, “Don’t worry Rachel, I’m sure this will be a wild experience,” she pressed a large button labeled ‘Frappe’.

 Immediately, the giant blades of the basin whirred to life, easily chopping through Rachel’s feet, her cut revealing skin the same shade of pink as the rest of herself. As more of herself got fed into the blade, Rachel screamed in ecstasy, the blade whipping up parts of her body to ricochet off the plastic ceiling of the blender. Soon enough, she was reduced to a bunch of vaguely Rachel shaped bits, before turning into a more refined pebbles, then a paste, before becoming essentially a pink liquid whirring around at the bottom of the blender.

     Frankie stopped the blades, walking over to a spigot located on the other side of blender and producing three metal tankards out of nowhere. She opened the spigot up, expertly pouring out the liquid into the three tankards, some subtle magic happening in order to condense her size down from that of a full grown woman.

     Frankie handed Penny and Jean one of the tankards each, clinking their glasses together before taking a long pull. When they each came up for air, they giggled, each of them having a pink Rachel mustache.

     Drake smiled, as the three Australian guests continued to chug down their drinks, he turned back to the girls, “Well everyone. That’s it for Rachel, but not for you five. Please grab your bags and climb aboard the AFT-1, where we’re going to be heading to…” Drake paused for dramatic effect, opening up the next of his vest’s pockets, pulling out a distinct black, red, and yellow flag. “Germany!”

     The girls did their best to smile, still a little sad to see one of their own go. Frankie smiled back at them, rubbing her tummy, “Don’t worry about Rachel, girls. Penny, Jean, and I will be heading out to Germany on the next flight over to celebrate with you all!”

     Their spirits renewed slightly, the contestants grabbed their bags, boarding the uniquely designed private jet, music seeing them off as they flew to their next destination.

~~~

Berlin Tegel Airport

     The girls had left Australia in the early morning, meaning that by the time they were touching down at the Berlin Tegel Airport, it was already rather late in the evening.

     The flight over had been rather uneventful. Some of the girls were really hoping for the opportunity to get to talk to Martin after his sudden return to the show, however he had locked himself in his private cabin on the plane as soon as they had boarded, Drake covering for him and telling the girls to just give him a little bit more time before he was ready to talk to them about it.

     The Berlin Tegel Airport was a rather interesting one from the angle it was being shot at. In certain ways, it almost resembled a cruise ship, the main terminal having a multi-layered structure like the separate decks, the air traffic control tower resembling a smoke stack.

     As they touched down on the tarmac, the girls got out of the car stretching their legs and thankful to be on land once again. As they were shepherded away from the plane (Martin staying behind, Drake doing his best to relieve tensions by explaining that he would most likely meet them at the hotel tomorrow morning), they were lead to three cream colored taxis with black and yellow taxi signs on the roof.

     “Alright girls,” Drake smiled, “We did have a mini-challenge planned for this location to find the wellspring, however we ended up getting here a little later than planned, so we’ll just be taking the quickest route to give you all a chance to rest.”

     The group split up into groups of two (Ironically enough, from front to back: Drake and Natalie, Dahlia and Paxton, and Kacie and Olive), getting in the back of each of the three taxis. The three taxis drove around Berlin for a bit, checking out some of the major sites, until pulling out of the city and driving for a while. Eventually, the cars began heading towards an unsuspecting alleyway, a large black tunnel suddenly opening up and swallowing the cars whole.

~~~

Europe’s Wellspring

     The cars drove for quite a while through this endless black tunnel, until eventually some light returned, the taxis stopping a few hundred feet after exiting.

As the doors to their taxis opened up, the girls gasped at the unique site that fell before them.

     They were currently in a forest, a massive canopy of trees overhead sending the forest floor into darkness. Despite the fact it should have been pitch black, a variety of lightning bugs overhead seemed to shine bright enough in the light gray fog to give the forest an eerie, twilight feel. The forest itself seemed to stretch out in all directions infinitely, the same sets of trees repeating over and over again well into the distant fog.

     Ahead of them, some torches cast an orange glow throughout the forest, leading a pathway towards a medium-sized village.

     The village was rather simplistic, being composed of a single large inn, a variety of cabins, a shopping district with plenty of open air stalls, and a central hub like area with stone walkways. The various structures were all crafted out of the same wood the trees appeared to be made out of.

     What was unique was that looking around, there were practically no regular humans to be seen in the village. They were definitely there, just in a significantly smaller proportion to most regular cities. Instead, there were all sorts of non-human and hemi-human residents walking around and talking to each other.

     Several centaur guards wielding long bows were walking around the market place, making sure that things were running smoothly, as a large green orc sold a watermelon to a rather frail looking naga. At another stall, a small, green goblin was handing a whole pig to a fifteen foot tall cyclops, what took the goblin two hands to barely hold up, the cyclops was able to carry in the palm of his hand.

     “Hallo girls!” a feminine voice could be heard shouting at them, as they began approaching the central hub of the small village.

     The girl that approached them was of rather average build, about two inches shorter than Drake, and was wearing a striped gray skirt and a robin’s egg blue t-shirt with the ‘Everyday Magic’ logo on it. She had long, curly brown hair, and a pair of rectangular glasses framing her face.

     Drake smiled, “And a hello to you too, Andrea!” the contestants ears perked up at the mentioning of the name, “I hope that you’ve recovered well,” Drake went over and hugged Andrea.

     “I’m still a little under the weather,” Andrea smiled, “But I could never pass up the opportunity to meet everyone!”

     For the next couple of minutes, Andrea and the girls hugged and chatted. Paxton’s mood (which had been rather dour ever since Martin’s return), visibly improved. Olive was practically fawning over her the entire time, trying to make absolutely sure she was okay and trying to push the various items she had purchased her into her hands (Andrea respectfully declining each one, but Olive was also a very persistent woman).

     Eventually though, the topic of conversation naturally drifted towards their surroundings. Andrea looked all to happy to explain, “This,” she waved her hands around, smiling brightly, “is Europe’s Largest and most well known well-spring, The Enchanted Forest.”

     “It’s a wellspring that has an exit in almost every country in Europe, so it’s a particularly handy fast-travel spot. But where it really shines is being a central hub for almost all non- and hemi-human races in Europe.”

     She pointed to the large inn, “That building’s the ‘Jozef Oak Inn’. It’s used mostly as a resting place for people passing through, and those stalls comprise the ‘Oak Holm Market’. More usually sprout up during the day.

     “And this,” she smiled, twirling in the stone courtyard in the center of the village, “Is known as Faire Square! Where I’m going to be doing a trick for you all!”

     “Speaking of…” Drake said, looking at his clock, “Where’s Phian?”

     Andrea sighed, “I thought you were bringing Phian?”

     Drake shook his head, “What? We just arrived. Why would we have Phian?”

     The front door to the hotel opened, and a small Satyr PA was pushing along a short man in a magician’s suit. “Sorry, Drake!” the Satyr said, “Phian went exploring and didn’t tell anyone again.”

     The person identified as Phian was a rather petite person with pale skin and partially asian, features. Their lithe, athletic frame perfectly fitted to their suit. They had a blond buzz-cut style haircut with red wavy streaks further emphasizing their pronounced facial structure.

     Phian spoke, their voice was slightly on the higher register for a man, “Oh! Hello Drake! How are you?”

     Drake didn’t even flinch, speaking directly over Phian, “Thanks Paige.”

     Phian turned around, jumping slightly, “Ah! Paige! There you are! I’m so glad I found you. My phone said it’s time for my performance.”
    Paige rolled her eyes, “Phian, the contestants are over there,” She pointed towards the group, Phian’s eyes lighting up.

     “Thanks!” Phian put their whole focus on the contestants. Spotting Andrea, they smiled, “Well, are you ready?”

     “Of course, Phian,” Andrea giggled, going over to stand by the eccentric magician.

~~~

Phian & Andrea’s Performance

     As Phian adjusted their outfit, two PA’s dragged something large hidden underneath a tarp into the center of the village square.

     “So Andrea, what trick are we performing tonight again?” Phian asked, finishing with adjusting their cufflinks.

     “Do you really not remember?” Andrea asked, sounding slightly exasperated.

     Phian grinned, “No, I made sure to write it down, just wanted to make sure you remembered. After all, I’d hardly say that outfit’s appropriate for what we have planned,” Phian gestured to Andrea’s street clothes.

     Andrea blushed, “Well, let me just change then,” She held up her hand preparing to do a quick change, before Phian raised his own to stop her.

     “Actually… How about you change in this,” Phian grinned, as they pulled out a small wooden square from his pocket. They unfolded it outwards several times, and within moments, a makeshift changing booth, suspended slightly above the ground on four poles.

     “But… Why would I do that when I could just quick change?” Andrea questioned.

     “Fair enough, but I still think getting in there would be better for what I have planned,” Phian gave a subtle wink. Andrea, picking up on what they meant, acquiesced, sighing and getting into the changing booth.

     “Okay? Now what?” She asked, a little apprehensive.

     “Now, just stand there a minute, I won’t take too long,” Phian grinned, as they reached into their sleeve, pulling out a crank handle which slotted into the box.

     As Phian began turning it, Andrea shouted out, “Eep! Phian! Why are you flattening me?” True to her words, from the very bottom of the box, the flattened form of Andrea’s shoes slowly began to emerge, two hidden rollers making short work of the process.

     “It’s all a part of the plan, Andrea,” Phian tried to soothe her, “We’ll get to the fun part soon enough.”

     Andrea sighed inside the box, “Phian, if you really wanted to flatten me up, you could have just told me,” Andrea was about half way flattened now, her form crumpling up a little against the stone floor underneath. “You know I hate unexpected changes.”

     Phian continued cranking, almost seeming to not hear her, “Don’t worry Andrea, everything’s going exactly as planned.” After a little bit more cranking, the crank suddenly stopped, a little ding being heard.

     Phian reached under the box, pulling out the flattened form of Andrea, an annoyed look on her face as Phian span her around for the crowd. “Now, was that so bad.”

     Andrea tried her best to remain annoyed looking before smiling, “No… I guess not.”

     “Great!” Phian smiled, grabbing the top of the flattened Andrea and proceeding to roll her up. Soon enough, Phian’s left holding a thick roll in their left hand.

     Using their free hand, Phian pulls out a golden incense lamp, similar to one from a classic Arabian tale. A golden chain was tied around it’s handle. They open up the cap on the lamp, plopping the rolled up Andrea inside easily despite the roll clearly being much taller than the lamp.

     As soon as Phian puts the cap back on, they give a short smile, before rubbing the lamp.

     From the very end of the lamp, some sparkles begin to emit from the tip, as wisps of blue smoke begin to float upwards. The smoke began to rise up and coalesce, becoming more solid as the faintest outline of a person began to form. Soon enough, Andrea had returned to the stage once more.

     She was wearing the bright blue top of a belly dancer’s outfit; a golden, wire style tiara dangling a bright shiny, moonstone over her forehead; Her lower half was completely replaced with a gray smoky trail that was still attached to the tip of the incense lamp.

     Andrea looked herself over, smiling at her outfit, cheekily saying, “So, what’s your wish?”

     Phian chuckled, “Hey, that’s my line.”

     Andrea smiled confidently, gesturing to her body, “Well, it looks a lot better on me right now.” Phian laughed, Andrea prompting him, “So… What’s under the tarp?” She gestured towards the tarp the PA’s had brought over.

     “Tarp?” Phian asked, looking to where she was pointing, a light of recognition appearing on their face, “Oh yes! The tarp!”

     Phian walked over to the tarp, quickly removing it. Andrea’s upper half followed along, effortlessly gliding through the air. There were some audible gasps from the contestants, as the tarp pulled away to reveal an impressively large smoking pool. The side of the container gave a massive warning, explaining that ‘Liquid Nitrogen is very dangerous, and SHOULD NOT be played with at home.’

     “Ooh… This brings back happy memories,” Andrea smiles as she gazes into the pool confidently.

     “So, you’re ready to get in then?” Phian asked.

     “If I must,” Andrea sighed, a smile giving away her excitement.

     Phian let the lamp fall forwards from their hand into the pool of liquid nitrogen, her smoke tail very quickly pulling her towards the lamp. However, as the smoke trail (and by further extension, her slowly transforming upper body) made contact with the liquid nitrogen, it began to freeze completely, taking on an icy sheen. Soon enough Andrea was completely covered in ice, her frozen form at the bottom of the pool visible thanks to an overhead camera shot.

     Phian grinned as they pulled on the chain that had been attached to the handle of the lamp, slowly causing the lamp to rise to the top of the pool once more, Andrea’s frozen hanging horizontally from the tip of the lamp by a thread of icy smoke. Because her upper half had frozen mid transformation, it had the appearance of a large ball, her face still slightly visible looking serenely outwards from it.

     Despite the fact they were holding up a completely frozen assistant, Phian effortlessly moved the lamp as they had when Andrea was not frozen. They let go of the chain, Andrea’s frozen form and the lamp remaining frozen in the air horizontally as though she were lying on a table.

     From their pocket, Phian produced a large golden mallet, explaining to the audience, “As you can see, Andrea here has been transformed into a Prince Rupert’s Drop. A wonderful little design, they are incredibly hardy things, much like Andrea herself” Phian took some pleasure whacking the large ice ball that contained Andrea’s upper half multiple times, the ice remaining extremely hardy and resilient.

     “However,” Phian grinned, putting the hammer back in their pocket and holding their hand right where the spout of the lamp met the icy assistant. “The smallest amount of pressure at any point along the tail-“ Phian emphasized their words with actions, flicking their finger outwards and lightly tapping the spine.

     As if an explosion happened, the icy form of Andrea completely shattered within seconds. The smallest particles of ice creating a little pile underneath the former assistant, “-and the whole thing breaks.”

     Phian took a bow, the audience’s applause suddenly catching their attention. Phian waved, heading over to where the contestants were standing before Drake shouted, “Phian! Andrea!”

     Phian tilted their head confused, twirling around, and finding the pile of ice. “Oh! Right!” They laughed nervously, pointing their finger at the pile that was formerly, they twisted their finger in a twirling motion.

     The small pile of dust began to spin around, climbing up into the air and causing a completely self-contained tornado of ice. As the Ice died down, Andrea stood there, reformed. Her street clothes had been completely replaced with a long-flowing, icy-blue dress, her normal brown and curly hair completely covered in a small layer of frost that endlessly sprinkled down onto the ground below.

     The tiny crowd applauded, as Drake walked over to where Phian and Andrea were standing, “Thank you so much for that amazing performance Phian! And you too Andrea, excellent form.”

     Phian looked at Drake, “Thanks!” Andrea expressing similar emotions.

     “So, would you please read out the contestant’s challenge for the week?” Drake asked, handing Phian an envelope with a large red seal on the front with the ANGA logo embedded on it.

     Phian smiled as they popped open the card and read it out to the contestants, “Girls, to enjoy magic is to embrace the strange and supernatural. To celebrate the wonderful diversity that life has been so kind to grant us. For your challenge this week, I would like each of you to design a trick inspired by a non- or hemi-human race, in a similar manner as Andrea and I have done tonight, with the humble djinn and the elegant glaunix.”

     Phian closed the card, Andrea commenting, “Ooh. I see you’re not making it easy on them this year, Drake.”

     Drake laughed, “Well, a higher caliber of contestants requires a higher caliber of challenge.”

    Drake turned towards the contestants, “Now, since it’s getting late, I think now’s a good time for everyone to turn in for the night. Here’s your room keys,” Drake said, handing out the keys he had went to pick up from the front desk while Phian was performing, “And I’ll wish you the best of luck for when rehearsals start bright and early tomorrow morning! Now…” Drake grinned, “How about we go out and celebrate Andrea’s little party?”

     The contestants cheered, as Andrea lead the way to their party’s location.

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& Question Corner &

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To Everyone: “Hey Girls and Magicians, I'm happy to see you succeed so amazingly and do such great acts. I'm absolutely loving it and proud of each of you.

I'm sorry for disappearing for a couple of days, but I will explain it once you are in Europe.

And again, you are all winner in my eyes.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Kacie: “Not to worry, Andrea. I’m just happy that we’ve finally gotten to meet up! Thank you so much for the kind words!”

 Dahlia: “…Thanks, Andrea… A pleasure to meet you…”

 Olive: “Oh thank goodness you’re alright! You had me worried sick dear! You better be expecting plenty of hugs while I’m here.”

 Rachel: “I’m sorry that we’re not going to get to meet while I’m a contestant on the show, but I’m still happy to have met you.”

 Natalie: “I wish that we could have done better so that Rachel wouldn’t have gotten kicked out, but otherwise, I think you’re right. Everyone really seemed to be firing on all cylinders yesterday! It was great to finally meet you, and thank you so much for the kind words!”

 Paxton: Paxton smiles warmly, “Thank you so much Andrea! And it was so good to finally meet you!”

To Martin: “Well, it's great to have you back on board, but when you are in Europe and meet me, we both will have a word with each other, it will be in private, so no international scolding like I did with Howard.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Martin: Martin looks extremely tired, his hair still disheveled with multiple bags under his eyes. “Andrea… We’ll talk later,” he sighed.

To Drake: “Well, I'm absolutely excited to meet you too. Never thought that I would become Hostess for ANGA, after me just being there for a year.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Drake: Drake grins, “Well, that’s showbiz for you. Sometimes it just moves uncomfortably fast. But trust me, it’s well deserved Andrea.”

To Kacie and Olive: “Classy! I love what you did with the material. You've both shown excellent flexibility. The White Rabbit chasing Alice around to chop her up with an axe was delightful, in a fun, twisted sort of way.” -Phian (@@vanishedmagician)

 Olive: Olive smiled. “Why thank you dear. I used to read those books to Mason and Hannah all the time. But I was a little worried playing such a mean character.

 Kacie: Kacie laughs, “Well, you did an excellent job, Olive. I almost believed you had an evil bone hidden somewhere.”

 Olive: Olive gives Kacie a hug. “Oh dear. Thank you, but I really don’t unfortunately.” She laughed, “I’ve always been called a bit of a softy.”

To Rachel and Natalie: “Because why just get sawn in half? Way to go all the way! Your comfort with putting your bodies (and it would appear, minds) through extremes deserves its own round of applause.” -Phian (@@vanishedmagician)

 Rachel: "Well, evidently people didn't enjoy us putting ourselves in such peril as much as we had a good time doing it."

 Natalie: "Well... As you had a good time doing it. Personally, I think we would have been fine stopping at the getting cut in half part."

 Rachel: "Oh come on... You had a fun time. That's what you were saying in rehearsal."

 Natalie: Natalie shrugged. "I'm not saying it wasn't a unique experience. I just don't think I'd want to do it again."

To Paxton: “You're challenging yourself in directions no one else is. I'm never sure what to expect from your performances, and I'm loving it!” -Phian (@@vanishedmagician)

 Paxton: Paxton blushes, “Thanks… I’m really happy with everything I’m learning about conjuration. Hopefully I’ll only continue to get better.”

To Dahlia: “It's not often one sees stone with elegance and grace.” -Phian (@@vanishedmagician)

 Dahlia: “Thanks Phian!” Dahlia smiles tensely, her hand going up to start wrapping around her hair, “…It’s difficult to do… but well worth the effort…”

To Martin: “Welcome back. It's a shame your absence doesn't seem to have been a break. What happened?” -Phian (@@vanishedmagician)

 Martin: Martin still looks exhausted. “I-… I’ll tell you later, Phian…”

To Paxton: “Great work! A fantastic display of conjuring magic. Keep going, and I hope to see you in or at least near the winners circle, if not in it entirely. What ever you are doing to bring up your reserves keep doing it. Big hugs to you!” -James Schutter. (@@James-MacCloude)

 Paxton: Paxton blushes really hard, a dopey smile on her face. “T-thanks James… You always seem to know what to say to cheer me up~… I’ll do my best to win!”

To everyone: "Fantastic performances all of you. I don't know who's going home, but you all did a good job.” -Jacob Schutter. (@@James-MacCloude)

 Rachel: “Well… I hate to be the bearer of bad news… But it appears I got voted off.”

 The remaining five girls all say some variation on the phrase ‘Thank You’, being appreciative of being told they had done a good job.

To Paxton and Dahlia: “That was fantastic I'm not sure if I could hold a pose like that for that long without petrifying myself. And Well done Paxton, I know it was taxing but you did it! You should be proud of what you did.” -Genie Schutter. (@@James-MacCloude)

 Dahlia: Dahlia smiles, “…It takes a lot of practice…”

 Paxton: Paxton blushes, “T-Thanks… It was all thanks to Penny and Jean’s help.”

To Kacie and Olive: “A wonderful performance, I loved the wonderland theme.” David Schutter. (@@James-MacCloude)

 Kacie: “Thanks, you can blame Olive on that one.”

 Olive: “Oh I don’t know about that dear, I just wanted to include Dancing Queen. You were the one who created the song list and everything.”

 Kacie: It was Kacie’s turn to blush, “Don’t sell yourself short Olive. You did a great job!”

To Natalie and Rachel: “A wonderful variation on a classic of magic, I m curious if after you restoration, your minds mixed a bit? Still it was a good act well done.” -Jacob Schutter; (@@James-MacCloude)

 Natalie: “During the trick itself, our minds did merge a little bit, but I can say with some certainty that I don’t remember anything that may have been Rachel’s memory.”

 Rachel: Rachel nodded. “Yeah. It was strange… Like, being in control of two bodies at the same time, but also being a passenger inside of them… I wish I could have remembered more beyond that… but it’s all just so hazy.”

To the Contestants: “Great job everyone! You were all unique snowflakes out there.” -Rei (@@quad2)

 Each of the six contestants say some sort of variation on the phrase ‘Thank You’. Rachel additionally raises an eyebrow, saying “Unique snowflake?… “

David: “So um... things gotten worse at my end… watching ANGA did calm me down a little. A little bitter since this is what I wanted to host, but hope this season does better than mine. If you also don't mind, I need to take your offer on some magical security, Please.” -Rei (@@quad2)

 David: “Not a worry at all, Rei. If this is a significant issue, let’s move this to a private so as to get this settled quickly.”

To Kacie: “Oh it's fine. I wanted to add dancing because all I ever do in my performance is stand there and play guitar. It was something I decided to try.” -Jeanne (@@quad2)

 Kacie: “Well, I’m glad to hear that you’re interested in trying to branch out. From the reception Olive and I’ve gotten, it seems like that’s not a bad strategy.”

To the contestants: “Bravo to all of you! It’s a shame that one of you will have to be voted off. I’ve come to like each and every one of you! So I wish all of you good luck!” -Shannon (@@FlagsOtherSide)

 Dahlia: “…Much like the tide… It is an inevitability of the show… To narrow down to one.”

 Olive: “Oh, I know how tough it must be dear. I know I couldn’t make the choice. Thank you so much for the concern.”

 Natalie: “Thanks. I just wish I could have done a better job saving Rachel. Maybe if I had just played into her ideas more…”

 Kacie: “Thanks, Shannon! Everyone worked so hard this week, I’m glad we could show off for you!”

 Rachel: “Well… At least it isn’t all that bad. A free world tour of my own, and the option to become a full time assistant are some pretty nice going away presents…”

 Paxton: Paxton smiles, “Thanks for the concern Shannon. It’s been great talking to you too!”