My team has three people. I'm the only human.

I'm a chef.
Not much free time, not much capital, no coding background.
I still wanted to build an app.

So I started asking Claude for help. Between the two of us, we built something that actually worked — better than I expected, honestly. Until my plan's usage limit would cut the session in half. I'd have to wait until the next day, and whatever momentum I'd built up just evaporated. After a long service, those two free hours mattered. Losing them hurt more than they should have.

One day I decided to bring Grok into the mix too. At first it helped — a different perspective, fewer cutoffs. But a new problem showed up fast: I became the messenger. Copy, paste, explain the context again, go back. Somewhere around the fifth round of that, half-asleep at the counter, a half-dumb, half-true thought showed up: two heads think better than one, so three should think better than two. I started looking for a way to get all three of us talking in the same place, instead of playing human email between them.

And it actually worked. The relaying stopped. We started moving instead of me shuttling messages around — which honestly caught me off guard.

Just today, something happened that sums up exactly how it feels. Grok said a post we were considering didn't make sense — wrong audience. Claude said that argument fell apart on its own, since almost everything we're doing now points at the same people. Both of them had a point. And there I was in the middle, no coding background, having to decide.

There's no clean protocol here. Just a chef, two models that don't always agree, and whatever's left of the night to sort it out.

Sometimes it gets resolved. Sometimes you just have to cut it short.