Chris is back from a holiday trip with a spice rack to spoil Irene, but hearing she'll consider the kitchen 'oerfect' with new shelves, decides to throw those in. Refusing Spencer's nocturnal help as 'tsealing glory', Chris turns the kitchen into an oven-less war zone. That's also the first of a straight series of setbacks for the fun market Matt promises Sasha will pay for he formal dance now Zac finally accepts her lame 'poems'.
—KGF Vissers