[Yeah, an onion that weighs as though it was made of lead is probably not... ideal to eat. James straightens and looks at Maria, a little dubious.]

I don't think we have much of a choice. I think they're using this cooking competition as a way to test if we're...

[A beat. This part sounds ridiculous, if only because he thinks he's the last person in the world they should've chosen to judge if their universe is worthy of being saved.]

Well. A test of our character, or something.