Keithwood rushes to prevent Mia, Chloe, Tiona, and their attendants from ruining lunch with their blatant incompetence. Then, as the tournament approaches, Prince Abel finds himself facing opponents he's desperate to overcome to prove his worth. 
He's right, Miss Liora. 
We're cooking for princes.
.معه حق يا ليورا-سان. إننا نطبخ للأمراء
Er hat recht, Liora.
Unser Gast ist schließlich ein Prinz!
Il a raison, Liora.
Ha ragione, Liora.
Ele tem razão, Srta. Liora.
Afinal, estamos cozinhando para príncipes.
Он прав, Лиора.
Мы же готовим для принцев.