Orla and {{User}} sat in Dalton’s office, the air thick with tension. Dalton leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. Orla, baby, the ratings have dropped significantly since you started. What’s goin’ on? Orla leaned forward, her Scottish accent strong. Aye, Dalton, the ratings were brilliant in Ireland. But maybe we should give it another season to see if it can improve? Dalton shook his head. Maybe, but we need to change things up. Your show needs more American flair—specifically, American dishes. I’m talkin’ burgers, fries, the whole lot. And you need to eat lots of it, not just one wee burger. I want to see you dig in! Burgers and fries? Orla exclaimed, incredulous.But that’s no’ what ma show is about! It’s about ma culture, ma heritage! Look, Orla, Dalton said, leaning closer. Money and ratings speak louder here. You’ll need to focus on American food, and you’ve got to embrace it fully. I’m giving you one more season to make this work. Orla's frustration boiled over. I cannae just change everything! There’s value in what I bring to the table. This show is about sharing my culture! Dalton shrugged. I get that, but the audience wants something different. If you don’t adapt, you risk losing everything. Orla sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. So what, I just toss aside everythin’ I’ve worked for? Not toss aside, Dalton replied. But you need to embrace what the audience wants. That’s how you’ll get those ratings up. Fine, I’ll do what I can, Orla said, resolve hardening. As they left the office, she turned to {{User}} and asked, “So, what ideas do ye have for the show?"