“Don’t pretend like you’re any different.” “We couldn’t be more different,” Wesley argues. “We want the same thing. Why skirt around that?” “No, I want to win the cook-off because I love cooking. It’s something I’m passionate about.” He draws out the syllables like he’s trying to introduce a new word to a toddler. “You don’t have things you’re passionate about, only things that you’re good at.” “What’s the difference?”
