The clip begins when—after consuming a multi-course meal—the guests are enjoying time in the hot tub. Of course, they are hungry again. As Harris makes some cocktails, she radios down to Robinson in the galley for an ETA on their midnight snack. As Robinson expertly dices some green onions to pop on top of a caviar pizza, his galley hand Elena “Ellie” Dubaich responds to Harris. “Alesia, 3 minutes on the snacks,” says Dubaich into her radio.
Harris walks down the long flight of stairs for the pizzas and back up again to the sun deck where the guests are waiting. As Harris sets down the food, primary guest Mecca thanks her and asks: “Are we just having pizza?” Cool as a cucumber, Harris confirms and asks if she would like anything else. “No, no, I was just asking,” says Mecca, clearly displeased.
As the guests chow down, Mecca makes a wild request to Harris. “Actually, my sheets felt a little cold. Can you put them in the dryer and warm then before I go to bed?” Clearly shocked, Harris begins to stutter. “I’m kidding, Alesia,” laughs Mecca. “I absolutely can do that, though,” says a relieved Harris with dead-eyed smile. “We appreciate you,” says another guest to Harris.
Soon, it’s 1:04AM, and the guests head down to their chambers. Harris begins to clean up the dishes and glasses and looks at the long list of tasks Chief Stew Daisy Kelliher left her to complete before heading to bed. “There’s like a whole day’s list of a work,” groans Harris as she goes over Kelliher’s notes. “You’re joking.”
Rattled while cleaning, Harris drops a glass and breaks it. “Right,” says Harris quietly as she buries her face in her hand. A montage ensues as Harris sweeps, straightens, and scrubs in various areas of the ship. She’s exhausted. In her confessional, Harris breaks down. “The list I’ve been given is actually impossible. My day’s been so hectic, physically, mentally…and, of course, my boyfriend is doing nothing, just texting me.”
