All round the tent, biscuit architecture was revealing bakers' inner selves. Martha, short of life experience at 17, reached for a classic image we all remember from childhood, when everything was simple and kicks were free: an alpine ski lodge, complete with suspended chair lift and biscuits flavoured with coffee, hot chocolate and mulled wine.
Norman, in contrast, was back to austere basics. His promised "Zulu boats at dawn" sounded worrying, but the careworn people at the BBC Editorial Policy Unit were soon able to put the Clarkson Protocol back on the shelf when it became clear that Norman was merely going to make his biscuits - which, he warned Paul and Mary, would be low on flavour - vaguely boat-shaped, with no adornment other than the reluctant use of food colouring in two slightly different shades.
Yet Norman wasn't eliminated, meaning he'd survived an entire weekend baking nothing but unremittingly plain biscuits, apart from some compulsory nuts.
A gulf opened up between fine craftsmen and jolly hoofers. In the latter category were Jordan and his raggle-taggle Manga monster (it suddenly leapt onto the countertop as he tried to ice it), and Diana, whose steam engine had no straight edges and was oozing something brown and delicious-looking from every join.
Fortunately the two of them had both, as it turned out, baked beautiful-tasting biscuits, which meant they could more or less compete with Iain's Wild West scene (Paul: "I love the way you've done the horse"), Richard's absurdly cute pirates, and Luis' geometrically constructed George versus the Dragon (Paul: "A very clever horse").
Not competing was Enwezor, whose rocket was a childlike pile of biscuit and fondant instead of what it should have been: a perfectly parabolic construction complete with operational tuille blasters. The biscuit was underbaked, and that wasn't the worst of it. Paul rather unkindly repeated the killer question, knowing that a negative answer would mean death by Berry: did Enwezor make the fondant?
"No, I didn't."
Mary didn't like that at all.