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One, two, three.

- Morning, Rachel. - Morning, Emma!

Oh, hey, any word from Martindale Publishing?

No, but they said they'd get back to me in two weeks,

and it's only been 13 days and 21 hours since we met.

Their decision just isn't cooked through yet.

I have a good feeling about this, okay?

Your baking blog is... mwah!

It's perfect for a cookbook

and they would be crazy not to wanna publish it.

Fingers crossed.

Ah, should we start our day so

our customers can start theirs?

Oh... we shall.

Go get them, Jerry. That promotion is yours.

Good morning, Louise. The usual?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good morning. What'll it be?

May I have a scone and your phone number?

Of course!

There you go! Call or e-mail

and we'll respond with a quote ASAP.

Uh... thanks.

You're welcome!

Are you kidding me?

- What? - He was cute!

I know and he might have us cater for him.

Ugh, Emma!

Here you go.

Oh, my gosh, Rachel, it's an e-mail from Martindale.

Emma! Oh, my gosh!

Hello, ladies.

Could I trouble you for an English Breakfast tea

and a scone, please?

Of course.

Although, perhaps something a bit more exotic on my last day in town.

You can't go wrong. I bake everything myself.

Oh, you're the baker?

I'm staying at the Hotel Niçoise down the block.

I'm obsessed with everything they serve in their café.

I even started eating cake for breakfast so I could try everything.

When they told me it's all from the Pale Blue Dot,

I just had to come see for myself.

I'm so happy you like everything.

Well, if you like this, you need to check out Emma's blog, Pinch of Perfect.

I will add it to my reading list.

Okay, so I will do the tea and a scone, please.

Great.

Actually, uh, one of everything else, too.

I want my family to try it all.

Okay.

Hello, Mother.

Yes, it went well.

We will be back tonight.

See you soon!

There you go.

That should do it.

- Yep. - Thank you kindly.

- Thank you. - Thank you... kindly.

Oh, my God!

Okay.

What does it say?

Um, they said that they loved the recipes, but the content is a bit dry.

What? I don't get it.

She says, "All Martindale cookbooks must have a unique point of view"

and mine doesn't have anything to say, so it's a pass.

Oh.

Let's go get a drink.

There are plenty of boutique lifestyle book publishers in this city.

I can't believe my cookbook got rejected for things that have nothing to do with cooking!

- I'm sorry, Em. - Who are you? I'm a baker.

I spend all of my day at the bakery, and then,

I go home to work on my baking blog

so that I can publish my baking book, and now,

I'm being punished for baking too much?

- Well, I think-- - Stop dribbling, Michael Jordan!

Stop painting, Picasso.

- Stop dancing and doing crunches, J. - Lo!

Okay. Comparing yourself to all-time icons of popular culture,

- I love the confidence. - You know what I mean.

I think I know what Tilda means.

People don't wanna read a list of steps, right?

They wanna feel like their friend, Emma,

the amazing baker, is with them teaching them how to bake.

You know, like you did with me.

I live my life by a list of steps.

I don't know that I can do it any other way.

We need to tackle this one bite at a time.

You need some life experiences and to get out of the bakery.

Hmm? What about going on a date? Hmm?

Who would I go on a date with?

What about that cute customer

from today who asked for your number?

I thought he wanted to place a catering order.

That's because your whole world revolves around baking.

Touché.

I appreciate the attempt, but love does not fit

into my recipe for success right now, so let's keep thinking.

Oh, well.

Okay, I'm headed to produce...

Where I will try and produce... Hmm, some ideas.

Oh, man.

Oh.

- Um... - Um... this is the last one.

Look, uh, I really need this flour

and I'm on a bit of a tight schedule.

See, the thing is, I also need it for--

A children's birthday party?

Heh. I just need it. Okay?

Fine. Um, I'll pay you for it.

Excuse me?

Yes, that's what, $7?

I'll give you $20 for it. I'm in a big hurry, so...

Well, then, maybe you should've planned better

for whatever it is you're making.

- $30. - Not interested.

- 50. - You're really used to getting your way, huh?

Well, not as often as you would think.

Look, it's been a really bad day

and I need this flour to make it better.

Fine.

First time baking? You know,

you're not supposed to use that type of flour, right?

I know what I'm doing. Thank you very much.

Okay, well, enjoy your gritty cake.

Enjoy your bad...

Whatever you're gonna make with that... stuff.

People just don't have grocery store etiquette anymore.

Do you remember Banana-gate 2019?

How could I forget?

Oh, I can't believe you turned down 50 bucks, though.

We could've used that towards the new oven fund.

Your new oven fund.

I think the oven is charming.

More like charring.

Sorry, we're closed.

Isn't that the woman from this morning?

Sorry, miss, we're closed.

May I just come in for a moment?

- Uh-- - I have a proposition.

Well, you can always place an order on our website.

My apologies. I haven't properly introduced myself.

I'm just a stranger barging into your lovely shop.

Kind of.

My name is Princess Alexandra Batcher

of the Kingdom of Sanovia.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, again.

I'm... Emma Morton of the Pale Blue Dot,

and this is Rachel Jones.

Of... Astoria.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

Well, I'm hosting a 40th anniversary party for my parents.

The King and Queen of Sanovia?

Correct.

It's going to be an intimate, multi-day celebration

at our family's vacation cottage,

culminating in a banquet with their closest friends.

I would be thrilled, Emma,

if you would bake your wonderful creations at all of the events.

I've been through your entire blog

and you are exactly what I'm looking for.

Wow! I've never catered a royal event before.

There'd be some extra logistics for shipping--

Emma, I think I would like you to travel to Sanovia

to be the head pastry chef on the premises.

Oh, my God!

That sounds like a really big job.

No bigger than serving your patrons between here and the hotel!

It's just that we're so busy at the bakery,

and I have my blog, and I'm actually working on--

Emma, we are taking your blog international, darling!

International!

Sorry.

This is my offer.

This would buy us a very nice oven.

This is a very enticing number, Your Highness.

- May I think about it? - Of course.

- Let me know by tonight. - Oh, so a few hours. Great!

Mm-hmm. Tell me, is that little one spoken for?

- No. - It's all yours.

- Au revoir! - Au revoir...

Bye.

I love her.

International!

Okay, what could go wrong?

What if a vendor messes up an order?

What, what if the oven breaks down?

I have been at this place by your side for years.

I know it like the back of my hand. It will be fine.

This is what Martindale Publishing was talking about,

getting out of the West Village, living a little,

getting inspired!

Plus, check out Alexandra's older brother

and future king of Sanovia.

Hmm? Single and looking for a queen.

My recipe for love definitely does not include a prince

or anyone from a job, and it's not happening

before I publish my cookbook.

I don't think you guys would get along anyway.

He's clearly a playboy.

And you, you deserve someone who appreciates you.

- Okay, I'm in. - Ha! Yes!

Okay, what's it like?

Are there horses? Is Prince Henry there?

Is he on a horse?

- Emma! - Uh, sorry, no... horses, no Henry, no... Henry on horses.

Uh, large coffee for Brian?

Oh, Brian.

Uh, here you go.

- Thank you. - Have a good day.

Oh, and um, Emma says hello.

What... can you please focus

on running that place?

Are you following my instructions?

Yes. I am... uh,

yep, I'm... sticking to them, uh, diligently.

Is this a new scone recipe?

What was that?

Sorry, you're breaking up!

Gotta go! Good luck!

Emma! Welcome to Sanovia!

Yeah. Oh!

Let me show you around our quaint little country getaway.

Yeah, it's... quaint, all right.

Thank you.

Well, as you can see, the place needs a bit of a makeover.

You say in your blog that you love the classics,

well, this family loves the classics.

I think it's charming.

For a museum.

This place is stuck in the 1800s.

And I'm not just talking about laying new carpet.

It is about ushering in a new era for the family,

the monarchy and the country!

I want Sanovia to be a global leader.

I want our family to have a better relationship with the citizens.

I want our name to appear in The Times

for our humanitarian work,

not just in the tabloids when Henry is spotted

with another love interest.

My mother was the first ruling queen of this country,

and while I will likely not hold that title,

I plan on using my degrees from Harvard, Oxford,

and the London School of Economics to continue

the tradition of powerful women in the monarchy.

It is a big reason why I brought you here, Emma.

Your baking is exquisite, yes, but I love your story, too.

Really? What is my story?

Self-made entrepreneur and businesswoman,

on the verge of a career breakthrough.

You think that's my story?

I need you to be my PR woman!

Speaking of PR, to kickstart this whole plan,

I have a journalist from Marquess Magazine

dropping in throughout the week

to write a profile on the family.

I love Marquess Magazine!

It's like if Vogue wore a tiara.

Oh, well, if your baking is as good

as I'm expecting it to be, you should be featured in the article.

- That would be amazing. - Oh, pardon me.

I have to take this.

But please, explore your workspace for the week.

Bonjour!

Oh...

Oh!

Oh...

- Excuse me? - Wha... I'm sorry,

I didn't realize I was...

- Flour girl? - Flour napper?

What are you doing here?

I was invited by Princess Alexandra.

What are you doing here?

This is my house.

Are you a gardener or something?

Why would a gardener be using the oven?

Heating up your lunch? I... I don't know

what the rules are for gardeners.

Wait, what did Alexandra invite you for?

Ah, excellent! You two have been acquainted.

Uh, Allie, who is this? A friend of yours?

Apologies, Emma.

Is my brother being rude?

That seems to be his default disposition.

Your brother? That's not Henry.

You're right about that.

That was not a compliment.

Oh, my! Bantering already.

How fun! I have a feeling you two are going to work

wonderfully together.

What are you talking about?

Well, Ollie, this is Emma,

our head pastry chef for the week's festivities.

And this is my brother, Oliver, our guest chef for the week.

Together, the two of you will create amazing meals

for our guests, impressing one of the foremost journalists

in Europe, and setting the nation on a path

to a larger global relevance.

Heh, seems like an oversimplified path to diplomacy, no?

I'm just getting started, Brother.

Emma, come with me.

You are a... prince?

Surprise.

Ah, Emma, allow me to introduce you

to our guests of honour.

This is my father, King Simon.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma.

Welcome to Sanovia.

Thank you kindly, Your Majesty.

And my mother, Queen Evelyn.

Hello... Your Queen... My Queen.

So, you are the great American baker

Alexandra's been going on about.

That is a very generous title, but I guess that's me.

Alexandra, what is wrong with our pastry chef

from the dedication gala?

His bistro has a Michelin star.

As I've said, Mother,

this is not only a celebration of you and Father,

but it is also an opportunity for us to show a fresh,

modern side of the monarchy.

And for what it's worth, my bakery has a four-star rating on Yelp.

What is a... Yelp?

Isn't Yelp a person?

Oh...

Oh, never mind!

I... I am thrilled to be here

and I will make sure that this is a very special occasion

for the two of you.

Speaking of,

we must find some time to conduct your interview

- with the journalist. - Oh, goodness, that silly thing.

We'll talk about it at dinner.

It was n... nice to meet...

Lovely to meet you.

You too.

Well, I think that went well.

If you say so.

And here are your quarters.

So, just feel free to get settled

and I'm really looking forward to dessert tonight.

What's that now?

Oh, we always have dinner at 7:00 p.m. sharp.

Gotcha. Great.

I'll see you in a bit.

And do not worry about Oliver.

His bark is worse than his bite.

Oh, I have to take this.

Hola, Miguel!

Okay...

Oh, Spooncer, give me strength.

What's so funny?

Oh, your coat, it is so white.

Have you worn it since graduating culinary school?

No, I bought it for this trip

because I thought I'd be working with a professional.

So sorry to disappoint.

What are you making?

Pheasant stew. Father's favourite.

- You? - Carrot cake.

Ah.

May I?

Be my guest.

You know, Mother loves a carrot cake.

Oh, good.

And she has very high standards for it.

Oh, good...

Well, hello there.

Okay.

Take... take you.

Go.

Okay.

Two eggs... Thank you.

Sugar.

Okay...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

What is it? The kitchen should have everything you need.

All the measurements here are different.

Oh, right, you Americans insist on using unrelated

and arbitrary terms like feet, and yards, and cups.

All of my measurements are in American and I don't know how to switch tablespoons to grams.

Well, just eyeball it.

Uh, no.

What, do you need to use your GPS

to get to work every day?

- I take the subway. - Oof.

Okay.

Ugh, stupid battery!

- What is it? - Nothing.

- Ah! - You okay?

I'm fine.

Okay.

Can figure this out. Can figure this out. Okay.

Eight... eight ounces is a cup.

16... 16 ounces, okay.

Okay.

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Maybe if you stare at it harder, it'll cook faster.

Dinner is served, family!

Oh.

I wouldn't serve that to the hounds,

much less a king and a queen.

Stupid metric system!

Fruit salad. Fruit salad. Fruit salad.

Fruit salad.

Okay.

"Cut into one/4" slices."

Of course. Um, inches.

Shoot, okay, um...

Uh-oh, onto Plan B already?

Well, you better work fast.

They're gobbling up their dinners.

I must say,

you are incredibly helpful.

Oh! What can I help you with?

I don't need any help, thanks.

This recipe doesn't call for red wine.

- Ah. - Ah.

The moment we've all been waiting for.

I trust the kitchen was to your liking?

Absolutely.

I've gone from Pale Blue Dot to bright, shiny pots.

Anyway, I decided to complement Oliver's--

Prince... Oliver.

Right.

I decided to complement Prince Oliver's hearty meal

with something light and refreshing,

so I've prepared an autumn harvest fruit medley.

Oh!

Emma, this is divine!

And good instincts.

I'm quite full.

Hmm, so, baker can cut fruit.

Evelyn.

Well, I was just expecting

the baker to bake.

I have this for breakfast.

Your Majesty, my apologies. I'll--

Thank you, Emma. This is delicious.

And I'm sure you're only just getting started.

Mm! Wonderful.

Simon.

How did it go? Peachy?

Ha, ha, ha.

This day can't end soon enough.

You looked hungry. I brought you some stew.

Thank you.

Mm.

I'm a really good baker, you know?

Yeah, okay.

Pale Blue Dot is a West Village staple

and I bake everything in there.

Okay.

And we supply the pastries

to the hotel where you stayed.

Oh, that's funny.

I never saw sad carrot cake

on the menu while I was staying there.

That was an aberration, okay?

Your metric system really threw me off.

Well, maybe if you got your nose outta that notebook

every once in a while, you'd be better

at trusting your instincts.

See, that's why my bakery is successful.

Going exactly by the book leads to the exact same,

delicious result every time.

- Almost every time. - W... so, what,

no recipes allowed? That's what you learned

at whatever fancy culinary school you attended?

Oh, no. My parents would never allow me to attend school

for something so lowly as cooking. Huh.

Well, then, where did you learn?

Here and there.

Very well, Your Mysteriousness,

I should get to bed.

Uh, I'm gonna go into

the market in the morning,

pick up a few things for Alexandra's tea party.

Would you... care to join me?

Yes, thank you. That would be great.

Uh, 7:00 a.m.?

Right.

Bakers rise with the sun.

Um, nothing will be open then.

Oh, right.

- 9:00. - It's a date!

Time. 9:00 a.m. is a time.

You're correct, it is a time.

Good night.

Enjoy dreaming of

conversions and measurements.

I will.

Ugh!

The metric system really does make a lot more sense.

Maybe, but don't they drive on the wrong side of the road over there?

So, it evens out.

Okay. Enough about... Measuring.

Tell me about Oliver.

Prince Oliver is rude and annoying,

and he thinks he's extremely clever.

I mean, his stew is good, but he knows it's good,

which is just so rude and annoying.

- Yeah, sounds rude and annoying. - Yeah.

I can't believe I have to share the kitchen with him all week.

Well, does he look anything like his brother?

How are things going over there?

Are you following my instructions?

Yes... I am following

Queen Emma's recipe for bakery success.

Okay, I know that's the oven. You need to bang it harder.

- Harder? - Harder.

Oh, my gosh, someone's at my door. What do I do?

Answer it, weirdo.

Ugh! This is it.

I'm getting fired.

Good evening, Your Majesty.

Hello, Emma.

Oh, have I disturbed you?

I'm sorry to come calling so late.

No, not at all.

Enjoyed what you served at dinner.

I imagine you were exhausted after all your travels.

I'm sorry we put you straight to work.

Oh, that's why I'm here.

And I promise not to repurpose

the Queen's breakfast for the rest of the trip.

Splendid.

I have come with a favour to ask.

Now, I imagine you have plans

for what to bake for the anniversary party,

but I was hoping you could help me with a little...

Surprise for the Queen.

Of course!

Are you familiar with the dessert Baked Alaska?

Mm-hmm.

It's the Queen's favourite dessert,

and I was hoping that, in addition to what you're preparing,

you could make it to serve to her at the party.

Absolutely! What a sweet idea.

That's excellent! She will be thrilled.

Thank you, Emma.

Oh, and um, may I say,

I'm glad you're working so well with Oliver.

I know, um, the boy can be quite strong-willed.

We are two peas in a pod.

Hmm. Indeed! Well, good night, Emma.

Good night, Your Majesty.

Oh...

Emma!

Emma, is he gone?

Yes, he is.

Did he just say what I think he said?

Oh, yes, he did.

Well, that's just splendid.

Why?

- Morning! - Good morning.

Nine o'clock.

9:07, actually.

Uh, so it is.

We're supposed to go to the market?

Yes, we are. I will just finish this.

- Good puzzle? - Uh, it is.

Could you uh... tap a little more quietly, please?

Yep.

Okay, should I get two of those?

I will finish this later.

Oh, okay!

- Yeah. - Wonderful.

So, I'm making scones,

a sponge cake, madeleines, petits fours and a trifle.

Nice and traditional.

That's what your sister wanted, right?

- Sure. - Okay, I don't know this market,

but I'm thinking I'll need about 45 minutes.

- Meet you back at the car? - Not factoring in any time

to wrestle away flour from anyone?

Ha, ha.

What's your plan?

Oh, I think I'll peruse a little bit.

See what's fresh first?

You don't know what you're making?

The party is in four hours and 25 minutes.

I'm just not into making cute, little finger sandwiches today.

So, I guess I know what I'm not making.

That's a bold strategy.

You know what is not a bold strategy?

Staring at that little book

and missing out on all the wonderful ingredients.

I'm not missing out, I just know what works,

and I know what I need.

Guess you're not curious about what could work,

so I guess curiosity did kill the cat.

Hey, I am a curious person.

I'm curious about a lot of things.

I'm curious about how vinyl records work.

I'm curious about who decided to name oranges, oranges.

But when it comes to baking for a group of royal ladies,

I put my curiosity in a drawer. I don't wanna say curious again.

- It sounds really weird now. - Yeah, what I'm curious about

is if you can include one new ingredient into your baking.

- Like what? - Oh, I'm not telling you.

This is a bet. Yeah.

I will pick one ingredient

that you must include, which I will only give you

when we start cooking.

Fine. And when I win,

you have to tell me where you learned how to cook

that's made you so confident.

And if I win, I get to peek inside

that little book you're so attached to.

Ha! After all that, you wanna peek behind the curtain? Deal.

I'll meet you in there. I just wanna check in with Alexandra.

Yeah, I can take those for you.

Why, thank you, kind sir.

I may be rude, but I'm a gentleman.

Alexandra, this looks incredible!

Oh, thank you.

It's just a little get together.

Is everything okay?

Yes! Just...

Mother's friends are so particular.

One tiny thing out of place and it's all I'll hear about, all afternoon.

And again once they leave.

Mothers, right?

Yep.

I feel so silly.

I mean, I have degrees from Harvard, Oxford,

and the London School of Economics,

and here I am, nervous about throwing a tea party.

Excuse me.

Funny how there's equal pressure for a daughter

to impress her mother as there is to impress

a group of dignitaries, duchesses, and a queen.

You'll be great.

You were impressing a princess back in New York,

and you did not even realize it.

I guess you're right.

It's gonna be great.

- Yes. - Okay, I'll see you soon.

Okay, big improviser, what have you decided to make?

What at the market looked fresh?

Oh, I'll be making tea party inspired flatbreads.

You're making pizzas?

Totally different.

How so?

Not entirely sure.

Aren't these ladies expecting finger foods?

It seemed like Alexandra wanted a super traditional menu.

Emma, you are looking at someone who has attended

countless tea parties, both real and imaginary,

and all at the behest of Alexandra.

These ladies have eaten

a million little dainty cucumber and turkey sandwiches.

They need a change.

- Trust me. - Okay.

Speaking of change...

The bet is on.

You better get your origin story straight.

Can you try this?

Needs a little more sugar.

Oh!

Needs a little more aim.

- Very good. - Mm-hmm.

Ah, no pistachios.

Dang it.

Everything okay?

Yep.

Okay.

Mm! I have outdone myself.

What is it?

I can't tell if they like anything.

Hmm, no reaction is a good reaction, trust me.

The only time I have ever seen

any of these ladies show positive emotion is when

Hugh Grant came to Henry's birthday.

Oh, that would be exciting.

I just hope I didn't screw up any of the measurements.

Hmm.

Unacceptable! Completely unacceptable.

I knew that was too much cinnamon.

Oh... not good.

Not good.

Was it the scones? Were they too moist?

You just had to try something different, Oliver.

Are the ladies not enjoying their flatbreads?

Too spicy, too messy, too... everything.

Do you know what happens

when white satin gloves touch red sauce?

Well, the gloves serve their purpose and protect the person's hands.

Disapproval.

If those ladies can't handle one red pepper flake,

then what do they know about food?

I didn't like that, Oliver.

- Oh, come on. - I'm serious!

You've never had a... An angry customer?

Of course I have, but not because I blatantly disregarded them.

Ah, don't worry. You're not gonna get fired over something like that.

Look, I wanna do better than just not getting fired.

This is the biggest opportunity of my life.

If I do well, I'll be put in the magazine

and I can finally get my cookbook published,

and that has been my dream since...

Look, I know that this doesn't mean anything to you

and you're just playing around in this kitchen but this is--

No. This means something to me, too.

Well, you're not acting like it.

Okay. It's just my whole life,

Henry has always been the golden boy,

and Alexandra's always been the overachiever,

and I've always been... nothing,

you know, stuck in the middle.

When I discovered cooking, I found my identity.

That's good, right?

Working in the kitchen isn't considered

a particularly royal pursuit,

so I guess I've been trying to prove my family wrong

for a long time, which...

May have caused me to cook spicy, messy pizzas

for a bunch of very proper ladies.

I suppose there's a lot baked into this job for both of us.

Oh, speaking of baked, can you keep a secret?

Emma, I'm a royal. It's in my DNA.

The King has requested a special surprise dessert

for the anniversary party, a... a Baked Alaska.

- Ooh, how American. - Just wait until I try it.

If you thought today was a disaster...

Oh, Emma, the great American baker, has a weakness?

Hey, I have tried it, but it is ice cream, it is cake,

it is melting, it's on fire. It should be illegal!

Well, maybe if you got your nose out of that notebook...

Oh, no, no, no. There is a writable, step-able recipe for this,

I just haven't figured it out yet.

Hmm, if you say so.

But I suppose I could use some help

in the figuring it out department?

That I can do.

It was fun to do something different today.

I guess you can say our bet turned out to be more of a draw.

Well, then, don't think of this as a prize,

think of it more as a thank you

for dragging me out of my comfort zone.

If you ever decide to write something down.

Thank you.

Hey, how about this?

How about I teach you how to write a proper recipe

for a big group, and you help me with my Baked Alaska?

Deal.

Yeah?

Oliver, it's time for your interview.

Ooh.

Royal duties call.

See you later?

Yeah, I'll pencil you in.

Okay.

Oliver, this is Halora Sinclair from Marquess Magazine.

Pleased to meet you, Your Highness.

Oh no, please, call me Oliver.

Halora has agreed to not include

the tea party mishap in her piece.

How gracious of her.

Oh, don't worry, Sister, I won't sully the family's name on record.

Of course not.

- I'll leave you to it! - Mm-hmm.

So, Oliver, how do you feel about your brother becoming king?

Oh... oh, okay, we're jumping...

We're jumping right in. Um...

Uh, well...

I think Henry will make a fantastic king.

Sorry. Were you going to eat this?

I'm famished.

Every time I tried to eat at the party,

someone pulled me into another conversation.

I'm really, really sorry about the pistachios.

Emma, I should be apologizing.

They were a fun flourish. And I was just...

What do you call being in a bad mood due to hunger?

Hangry?

Hangry! Yes!

I was quite hangry.

And... I was also mad at Oliver for being so stubborn

and... Halora witnessing everything was just not great.

- Got it. - But the most frustrating part, Emma, is...

All those women just look at me

like I'm this pretty, little princess who dreams of finding

a prince and hosting tea parties all my life.

I'll have you know, I have degrees from Harvard, Oxford--

The London School of Economics.

Exactly! And I bring more to this family than gossip

about whose wedding was underwhelming

or a scandal from 50 years ago.

Or why I'm not married.

Well, I can't imagine it's hard for you

to find a love interest.

I haven't got the time!

I mean, of course, I... want to find love someday,

- but it's just... - It's just not in your recipe for success at the moment?

Exactly.

Moving forward, just stick to what you make at the bakery.

And don't let Oliver get under your skin

and do something outrageous.

Your baking is excellent

and it is exactly what I want everyone to experience at the party.

Absolutely. Understood.

Now, off to hear what my mother thought of the party.

Have fun?

I'm glad you're here, Emma.

Mmm!

Uh, would you care for some more tea?

Hmm, no, thank you.

So, what do you like most about being a prince?

Uh, well, the uniform's pretty stuffy,

so definitely not that.

Although, I do get to carry a sword for certain ceremonies.

There are many royal responsibilities

that simply involve showing up at dedications, and ceremonies,

galas, which I do not love.

The press has dubbed me the broody one.

Um...

I do enjoy the philanthropic bit, though.

I appreciate that I get to travel the world

and meet all different kinds of people from different backgrounds.

Help them any way I can, however I'm able.

I guess you could say,

I appreciate having the privilege of helping people,

if that makes any sense.

Wonderful. We'll end on that.

Thank you, Oliver.

Um, speaking of privileges,

I'm working with this woman, Emma.

She's a fantastic pastry chef from America.

I can't wait to see what she cooks up

for the anniversary party.

I think you're gonna wanna write an article about her.

I'll make sure to save room for dessert.

Top of the morning! Ready to write some recipes?

We're gonna need a bigger cup.

Okay, what are we starting with?

I was thinking a Bolognese.

We can get fresh meat and vegetables from the market.

Great. Write it down.

Right.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just seeing what we have.

No, no, no, no, you are writing down what you want to put in.

Right.

- Right. - In there.

Uh-huh.

This is gonna be a long day.

That's why we got up early.

Okay, um... Green peppers.

Mm-hmm, sounds good.

Hmm. Okay.

See this? These two... And that one.

No, let's try that again.

- Baker's chocolate. Big mistake. - Yeah.

Don't forget to write it down.

Right.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

Five, four, three, two...

Yep.

- Ooh, look out. - No! Get!

Would you...

Hello!

Oh, hello.

Hmm.

Good choice.

Oh, my goodness.

- Close. - Yes.

So, what do you think?

Excuse my French,

but I think this menu kicks some serious butt.

Some serious... "Cul."

"Cul."

- "Cul." - "Cul-l-l."

I think...

the King and the Queen will approve of this menu.

You do not think it's too safe?

Well, I think it's contemporary,

but it honours tradition and, most importantly,

it's delicious.

Thank you.

And you managed to make

a similar-tasting sauce twice in a row.

See what happens when you write things down?

Consistency, Your Majesty, is the name of the game.

Chef, you are correct, Chef.

Oh, no, that's so weird, not cute.

Oh, so you think I'm... cute?

No, I said the bow was actively not cute.

I didn't say that you were cute by default.

Yeah, sure.

Well, shall we get some fresh air

while your perfect Baked Alaska sets in the freezer?

Yes.

Mmm...

You're telling me that the best pizza in the world is in New Haven, Connecticut?

Don't knock it 'til you tried it.

Oh, I'll be sure to try it if I'm ever in that area,

'cause I can't imagine what else I would do in New Haven, Connecticut.

That's where Yale is.

Oh, Alexandra didn't tell you,

we're more of a Harvard, Oxford,

London School of Economics kind of family.

So I've heard.

So, where's your favourite pizza place?

Some famous Michelin star chef in Italy?

Well, it is in Italy,

the birthplace of pizza, I might add,

but it was far from fancy.

Uh, far from fancy doesn't just mean no white tablecloth.

Touché.

My family and I were on this humanitarian mission

in this little town, just outside of Milan.

And I went for a walk,

which I was specifically told not to do.

Now, I got lost.

I wandered around for hours

and hours, until I finally found

this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant, no sign.

Now, I only wanted a glass of water,

but the owner, he took one look at me

and he cut me a fresh slice of pizza straight from the oven,

and it was the best thing I have ever tasted.

And I was famished, so that might've had something to do with it, but...

Oh, gosh.

The moment of truth.

Yep.

Here goes nothing.

Ah!

Ah, okay.

Okay.

The vanilla is...

- Vanilla-y. - Why can't I get this right?

I followed everything to a T, even the notes on my notes.

What am I supposed to do with this?

Whatever you want.

Look, you taught me the importance of sticking

to the script, but sometimes,

you really have to toss it aside.

That blob right there has

the ability to be the best thing you've ever tasted.

But you don't get there by

measuring how far to stretch it or how high to toss it.

It's... it's all about feel.

You try.

I don't think I'm ready to toss dough yet.

Um, I'll try braiding it?

No.

Wh...

No thinking.

No counting, just let go.

You're pretty good at this.

Well, I had a lot of practice.

Alexandra was always begging me

to braid her hair when we were kids.

I never thought it would come in so handy.

Now, which of the childhood memories are gonna come in handy for my Baked Alaska?

Hmm... uh,

maybe the time that Henry and I

built a fire and a snow fort,

and his jacket caught on fire.

Hello? I'm here for a royal extravaganza?

Who is that?

Henry.

Oh, what a wonderful surprise!

Hmm, well, I was in Monaco and I thought,

"What am I doing here when I could be spending quality time

with the King and Queen before their grand festivities?"

Delightful.

- Welcome home, Son. - Thank you, Pop.

The Prince-CEO.

Keeping everyone on task and in check?

Ah, as much as I can.

Little brother. How are you, Ollie?

Good to see you.

Seems like you haven't burned the place down just yet.

No, just waiting for your arrival

- so I could blame it on you. - Ha, ha! Touché.

And who's this?

Uh, this is Emma Morton,

our wonderful head baker for the week.

All the way from America.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Morton.

Oh. Oh!

I'm Prince Henry.

I am pleased to make your acquaintance.

I'm Emma.

Uh, sorry, you know that. Um, I am... such a mess.

You look ravishing,

especially given the fact that you're pulling double duty.

You're baking and babysitting.

Henry, will you be joining us

for the dedication this evening?

I don't know what it's for,

but I'm dedicated to this family so, absolutely.

Oliver, this is now a family affair.

I would like you to attend as well.

Uh, well, I have some more preparations for--

You will manage.

I'm not in the mood to make an excuse for your absence.

As you wish, Mother.

You go ahead. I can clean up.

Your Majesty... ies...

- Great meeting you, Emma. - Likewise.

Excuse me.

Lovely.

Okay, dish it.

Prince Henry came early?

Completely unannounced.

Hmm.

Seems like that never happens with him.

Okay, tell me everything.

Rach, I spoke to him for like, 30 seconds.

He's very...

Future kingly.

Mm-hmm. And handsome.

He is unimpeachably handsome, that's for sure,

but I sense some tension between him and Oliver, though.

That's just how brothers are.

They're probably goofing around

and catching up as we speak.

Mmm...

Orange and white chocolate,

blueberry ginger, coffee and wattle seed.

Orange and white chocolate, blueberry ginger, coffee and wattle seed.

Hey.

Hi.

That does not look like Baked Alaska.

This is...

I don't know what you would call it, but making it calms me

when I'm stressed or scared.

Semolina flour.

You caught me on a bad day in New York.

Hmm.

When I was little, I used to bake with my mom.

She was... An incredible baker.

One day, I insisted on making a soufflé, and by soufflé,

I meant combining brownie mix, cake mix and semolina flour.

My mom went along with it

'cause she was the best.

You keep saying, "was."

She passed away when I was 13.

Oh.

Emma, I'm... sorry.

Thanks.

It's okay.

I use her recipes at the bakery

and that makes me feel close to her.

I guess that's why I keep my nose in my notebook all the time.

I just got so used to sticking to the recipe, her recipe.

I guess that kind of thinking made its way

through my entire life, just safe, measured

and methodical, like...

If I did something different, I'd lose her.

That's totally understandable.

All right, it's ready.

The oven is off.

Oh, we learned pretty quick

that this doesn't go in the oven.

Ah.

- Mmm. - Mmm.

This is so good.

You have to serve this at the anniversary party.

No, I couldn't. It's, it's weird,

it doesn't cook well, and I don't think it fits with anything.

Suit yourself.

Hmm.

I love it here at this time of night.

Do you creep around in the middle of the night often?

This is when I learned to cook.

- Really? - Yeah.

I got my love for cooking from the palace chef, Reuben.

He used to work late into the night, and one night,

I made a princely command that he teach me how to make a grilled cheese.

Hmm. I was so proud of myself.

I mean, the other royal children could barely pour a bowl of cereal.

I bet they were jealous.

Eh, they teased me.

Pretended like I worked for them, but...

I did not care.

Cooking was so fun and, and messy, and creative,

the complete opposite of royal life.

It became my dream to go to culinary school

and open a restaurant,

but then, I got caught up in my relationship

with a princess and those dreams just faded.

Then, we began to talk about marriage and...

Suddenly, those desires to open

a restaurant came flooding back in.

And she did not react well.

She wanted to live the traditional royal life

and she broke it off.

It caused quite a rift between our families,

and between me and my family.

How does this story end?

It feels like this is my last chance to prove to them

I'm serious about being a chef.

Don't say it's your last chance.

They're your family at the end of the day, and they love you.

But maybe now it is a good time to tell them.

I mean, it's always a good idea

to tell people how you really feel, right?

It is.

I think it's my bedtime again.

I'm gonna go over the menu

a couple more times before bed.

You need to get your nose outta that thing every once in a while.

Emma...

Tomorrow is... Is gonna be great.

It is.

Good night.

Good night.

You're whipping up a last-minute recipe?

Oh, nothing for you to worry about.

How are you feeling?

Good.

Excited. Ready. How about you?

Me too.

Uh, I was thinking that after the tasting,

- you and I could go-- - Good morning, chefs!

Good morning, Henry.

And to what do we owe the pleasure?

Well, I hear there's an important event

taking place this afternoon.

A tasting of sorts.

I wanted to give you fair warning

that I will be in attendance.

That's wonderful.

Is there a problem, Ollie?

Should I not be on the selection committee?

Not at all. It's just, I was only prepared to cook for three,

so I'll have to go to the market and get a few more things.

Good morning, chefs.

Oh my, we have ourselves

a little kitchen consortium.

We are on schedule, yes?

Well, I have to go to the market and get a few more items.

Ollie, Halora is arriving shortly for your second interview.

Completely forgot about that, um...

I can go to the market for you, Ollie.

Really? But don't you have your prep to do, still?

I'll manage.

And I would be happy

to escort you into town.

Uh...

Emma's already been to town, so--

- It's really no trouble. - I insist.

I am the reason for this errand, after all.

Plus, I'd love a stroll through town.

Be amongst the people for a bit.

Thank you, Henry. Uh, we'll leave in ten?

Perfect. I'll be ready in nine.

And I said, "That is the last time

I hike the Alps in desert boots."

It must get difficult being recognized everywhere?

It is mostly fine.

Only an occupational hazard

when I'm doing something I'm not supposed to do.

Like hiking with the wrong boots?

Exactly.

Speaking of occupational hazards,

how is it working with my brooding brother?

We're starting to work together really well.

I think the King and the Queen will be pleased

by what we're cooking up.

Well, that is excellent to hear.

And hopefully, it will help Oliver

get this flight of fancy out of his system.

- What do you mean? - I'm sure Oliver's told you

of his dreams of being a chef,

but what you must understand is that Oliver has a long history of interests

that are his passions until they're not.

- Okay. - As children, he loved archery, then football,

then woodworking, then the drums.

When anything got too difficult, he'd just give up.

Every kid goes through phases.

In the 3rd grade, I wanted to be a pop star/astronaut.

This has continued as an adult.

So, my mother insisted

that Oliver do the cooking for the party.

I believe it's her way of expediting the inevitable.

Which is?

Well, that Oliver will eventually find a career

being a chef too difficult and finally come around

to accepting his royal status.

Why are you telling me this?

I love my brother,

but I would hate to see you get hurt at Ollie's expense,

professionally or otherwise.

And selfishly, I would like him by my side when I become king.

Oh, it's so late, we should get back.

Sure.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm late.

Ah, look at this.

I thought I'd be your sous-chef for a little bit.

Thank you. I really appreciate it

- and I'm sorry again. - No, I'm impressed.

Seems Henry can even draw the most staunchly prompt people behind schedule.

I did my best.

Everything okay?

Yes. Yeah, we should get to work.

On the drive into town,

I read an article about the best pizza in the world,

and guess which city in Connecticut made the list?

You cannot believe everything you read on the Internet.

Hmm.

How did the interview go?

What's wrong?

I'm... sorry,

I did not mean to look, it just... popped up.

Oh, my gosh, Oliver. This is so wrong.

- I... I meant to tell you-- - Hello, chefs.

Halora's ready to shoot. Are we on schedule?

- Oh, and Mother and Father have to leave promptly after-- - We're on schedule.

Excellent.

- Shall we begin? - I--

Uh... yeah. Okay.

Um...

Okay.

Get a close-up. Mm-hmm.

- Oh, sorry. - Excuse me.

Do you need the oven?

No, thank you, um...

Sorry.

How's it going? Everything looks great.

Uh... fine.

Um, sorry, I just... I really need to focus.

Of course.

It's gonna be great.

Wow, look at all this, hmm?

Oh.

Ollie, have you been hiding

Reuben back there?

I can vouch that he is not.

Uh, for passed hors d'oeuvres,

we have a mushroom ragout

- on a crispy polenta with Comte cheese. - Hmm.

Parsnip wrapped devils on horseback,

and a Spanish-style tomato toast.

- Mm! - Mm-hmm.

Oliver, these are delicious!

Oh, top notch, Son.

The Spanish toast is muy bueno, hermano.

This will do very nicely, dear.

Great. Um, for the first course, uh, I have prepared

a Prima Piatti, in honour of Mother and Father's

favourite country to visit.

On the left, we have a gnocchi in an arugula basil pesto.

In the centre is a pear ravioli in a cream sauce.

And on the right, we have a tagliatelle

in a rustic Bolognese.

Oh, how clever is that?

Hmm, speaking of Italy...

- Hmm. - Carnivale in Venice

- this year was a dream. - Mmm. - Oh.

- Oh! - Mmm. Um...

Mmm.

Oh, I got a little pear seed in there.

Ahem, I think it's missing something.

Or has far too much of something?

It's as if it's both undercooked and also burnt.

Well, the pasta is al dente and um...

My apologies if I overcooked the meat.

Shall we move on to secondi?

Here, we have a lamb chop with an Indian flair.

- Aha! - That is a celery root purée

and charred broccolini to accompany.

- Hmm. - Hmm.

It's like you're taking me on a journey around the world,

but on a commercial flight with layovers.

Excuse me,

must I send you children to your rooms?

Sorry.

My apologies. I'm still tweaking the recipe.

I tasted it yesterday and it was amazing.

Oliver, you can't expect me to serve

experimental gastronomy to our guests.

Of course not.

Um, it is just that--

Shall we move on to dessert?

Mm, I would love that.

I was just only prepared to cook for three.

If Henry hadn't showed up, then maybe um...

Oliver, you will be cooking

for a large number of people soon enough.

One extra person is not

the greatest excuse in this situation.

It's a spirited performance, my boy.

I'm sure you'll have it all buttoned down in time for the party.

Thank you, Father. Um...

Thank you, everybody, for your constructive criticism.

Stop.

Um...

Um... so, I've prepared

a few different cakes for you to sample,

an orange and white-chocolate buttercream cake,

a coffee and wattle seed lamington cake,

and a blueberry ginger mascarpone cheesecake.

- Ah. - Mm! Mm!

- Mm, mm! - Mmm.

These are fantastic, Emma. Bravo!

- Mm! - Ah!

I probably gave myself a heap of cavities.

I ate so much of this in New York.

- Mm! - Mm!

I would like to go with this first option.

Just delicious, Emma.

Your reputation is well earned.

Hear, hear!

- Thank you, Your Majesty. - Mm! - Mm!

- This one is divine. - Mm! Brava! Brava! Brava!

Enjoy.

Did she pick the buttercream?

Yep.

Hmm. Always a traditionalist.

I don't even know why I bother.

It wasn't that bad.

Oh, yes, it was.

Oliver that picture of me and Henry...

No, you don't need to explain.

But I feel like I do because...

Because...

Because this was it, Emma.

My chance to prove them wrong,

to show them I'm serious about being a chef,

- and I was humiliated. - Oliver, I'm sorry.

And meanwhile you're off gallivanting with... with Henry.

No, I was in town for you.

No matter, it's my fault.

The first time I ignore my gut and this is what happens.

What do you mean?

The... the rigidness, the lack of life,

writing every single thing down.

That, that is not who I am. That is who you are.

Before you came along, I would have never been

so flustered to the point of failure over something

as small as... As a tight schedule.

I was just trying to help.

I know, and I appreciate it, but...

Maybe this was a mistake.

All of it.

I'll go talk to him.

Ollie!

That was not your best performance.

I know. I'm... sorry, it's just...

Are you okay?

Emma did not deserve that.

What happened?

Well, essentially, I blamed her

for why I screwed up the tasting and um, well...

I was really upset over this.

Gosh. Ollie, that is why we blocked that site.

Remember when they claimed Mother was a lizard?

I know. I know.

It's most likely nothing.

A fabrication.

Or once again, Henry swoops in,

bends the world to his will and gets whatever he wants.

Ollie...

I will talk to her.

Good.

And I'm signing off on the menu for the party tomorrow.

Really?

I saw a lot of potential there.

It will be great.

Now come on.

And then, he said that this was all a big mistake

and he stormed out.

Gosh, Emma. That sounds awful.

I feel terrible.

If only I'd gotten back sooner

or... or not tried to make him do things my way at all.

No way. Do not blame yourself!

You didn't sign up for this.

You went over there to bake some cakes

and a few days later, you appeared in a tabloid.

Oh, I've gotten so caught up in the family drama.

I haven't even thought about the blog or my cookbook once.

I wonder why that is?

Why are you saying it like that?

Emma!

Come on! You have feelings

for Oliver.

Feelings of frustration, maybe.

He drives me nuts. Like...

What do I do about what Henry told me?

I mean, I feel like a liar

if I don't say something to Oliver,

but I feel like I'm meddling if I do.

I mean, that's a tricky situation.

What am I supposed to say?

"Henry told me that your entire family is just waiting

and hoping for this chef phase to pass,

because every other phase has, because you can never commit to anything"?

And yes, I had fun at the market.

It's not my fault that Henry is funny and charming.

But... so is Oliver.

He really liked my soufflé.

Emma, you don't let anybody taste your soufflé.

Okay, fine.

I like him.

You're so into him!

I am putting it on the back burner

until after the party.

So many feelings.

Okay.

Hey! Oh, I thought you were Henry.

Emma, we have a problem.

Oliver left.

Into town?

- He has left town! - What do you mean?

Oliver quit! He will not be cooking for the event tomorrow!

What? Why?

I have no idea.

He just left a note that said he was sorry,

but he doesn't belong here and that this is what's best for everyone.

Is it true? Has he flown the coop?

So it seems.

Wow, that's a shame.

I mean, it's not shocking, but it's a shame.

I know Oliver can be flighty,

but this is beyond what I would ever expect from him.

Emma, he was going to talk to you.

Did something happen?

Did you tell him what I told you?

Of course not.

Henry, what did you tell her?

Well, you know, that Mother sort of insisted

that you hire Oliver to cook.

And that this sort of outcome wasn't entirely unexpected?

Henry, that is hearsay to such a degree that I can't--

I did not tell him!

I might have told him by accident.

I told my friend Rachel about it in my room last night.

I don't have time for this.

I need to find someone to cook

for our guests on 24 hours' notice.

Henry, go find your brother.

Emma...

Save your energy for tomorrow.

Take the rest of the day off.

Our guests may have extra room for dessert.

Oh! Good evening, Your Majesty.

Royal formalities are suspended while wearing pajamas.

When Oliver was a boy,

he would come down here late at night to help Reuben,

our head chef.

I thought maybe he had come back.

I'm really sorry that he left.

I feel like it's my fault.

Oliver was acting on his impulses

long before your arrival, dear.

Yeah, I've gotten that sense.

I do not know where we went wrong

for things to come to this.

May I speak in accordance

with your suspension of royal formalities?

You may.

Maybe the reason Oliver doesn't stick

with the things he tries is that he feels like you don't approve of them.

I do not know where he would get that sense.

It's just...

Henry told me about Oliver growing up and then,

being here for the week, it seems like--

When Oliver wanted to be a drummer,

we bought him the nicest drum kit a boy could ask for.

When he mentioned culinary school, we did not forbid it.

And when it came time for the party,

I did not command Alexandra to hire him hoping he would fail.

I suggested she choose him hoping he would succeed.

I just... I feel like there's a large gap

between tolerance and support, you know?

Go on.

Oliver just wants you to be proud of him.

I am proud of him.

But, Your Majesty, maybe Oliver doesn't feel like it.

I'm sorry.

No one has spoken to me

like that in quite some time.

I apologize. I, I--

I needed to hear it.

I am so accustomed to expressing myself by my actions.

I build a community centre

to show the citizens I care about them.

I dedicate a statue to honour someone who--

That's your love language.

But I think that Oliver needs something different.

If there's one thing that he's taught me,

it's that there's more than one way to reach the same goal.

Well, this kitchen is stocked

with lots of lessons, it seems.

- Good morning. - Emma! It's the big day.

It's very exciting!

It'll be great, right?

Oh, uh, this is Reuben.

Note the healthy glow.

We pulled him from his beach vacation to be here.

And I'm thrilled about it.

Reuben's hilarious.

You'll see.

So, Reuben will be making a traditional Sanovian meal.

Best we could do on short notice.

But nobody makes it like him.

That makes sense.

Will you be making the white chocolate and orange buttercream cake?

Or all three, as Henry has suggested?

Uh, I haven't even looked at this thing since the tasting.

Yeah, the Queen did select

the orange and white-chocolate buttercream.

The recipe for love i always changing, rearranging,

adding things.

What can I bring?

It writes itself on the fly. With no plan, it dies.

You need fun, and trust, and laughter, and crust.

You make a fuss. You don't realize

you're cooking the recipe

for love until they're gone.

And you realize, with watered eyes,

burning insides, that they're your secret ingredient.

Emma!

I'm sorry, what?

The cake?

Change of plans.

I'm running to the market.

- For what? - Whatever looks fresh.

Hi! Bye!

What's gotten into her?

Huh.

Signore Oliver?

- Yes. - Teléfono.

Thank you.

Hello?

Let's do this.

Alexandra, you look beautiful.

Oh, thank you!

And how are we doing in here?

Splendid!

Uh, Reuben,

your Sanovian feast is looking a lot different than I remember.

Ah. These are some interesting choices by my princely protégé.

I was inspired to give them a go.

Oh.

And is that part of what

Mother decided on?

It isn't, but everyone's gonna love it.

I promise.

Okay.

Seems Oliver rubbed off on everyone.

How fun.

If I hadn't been getting ready for the last two hours,

I'd be pulling my hair out.

Alexandra, it's gonna be great.

Trust me.

Okay.

Thank you.

Well, you pulled it off, Sister.

So it seems.

The food has been exquisite.

It turns out, Ollie may know what he's doing after all.

I wish he were here.

He would have such fun making jokes about everyone.

I know.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and thank you all for attending

Queen Evelyn's 40 years of patience with me.

From the moment I set eyes on Evelyn

that first day at university, I was in love with her.

But she was a princess and I was a lowly law student.

Albeit, it should be said, first in my class.

And I somehow got it into my head that I couldn't take

Evelyn to my local pub on our first date,

so instead, I got a job on campus

and I saved up all semester to take her

to the fanciest restaurant in town.

Well, the date was going wonderfully!

In other words, Evelyn was laughing at all of my jokes.

To further impress Evelyn, I decided that I would order

Baked Alaska for dessert,

and as an added gag, I thought I'd get a little close

to the flame. Well,

I leaned into the flame a little too much

and I singed my eyebrows straight off.

For that outrageous stunt,

I thought I'd lost Evelyn forever.

But the very next day, she showed up with a fur hat,

"To keep your forehead warm," she said.

It made me almost forget he didn't have eyebrows.

I knew right then and there

that Evelyn was the woman for me.

So, what do you give a person who has everything?

Well, you start at the beginning.

- Oh! - Aw!

Ah! Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo!

Mm!

Mm! Delicious!

- Ah! - Wonderful!

I would like to first acknowledge our fabulous baker,

Miss Emma, whose cake you will all soon enjoy.

And whose bakery, the Pale Blue Dot,

you must visit if you are in New York City.

And thank you to my dear son, Henry,

the future king, who's keeping us

all charmed and entertained.

Next, an enormous bravo to my daughter, Alexandra,

who organized all the festivities.

This phenomenal dinner was dreamt of by my son, Oliver,

who could not...

Who could not make me more proud.

And now, to our King.

I would have loved Simon if his eyebrows never grew back.

He is sensitive, thoughtful,

kind, and brilliant,

and I am forever grateful

to have him as a partner for all these many years.

So, cheers to my dear husband,

who risked bodily harm for the second time on my behalf.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Mmm.

Excellent work this week, Emma.

Listen, I'd love to write a secondary piece about you,

to complement the profile. If that's okay?

That would be amazing.

Great! I'll find you later.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Well, better late than never, Son.

Father, Mother, happy anniversary.

I am so sorry that I...

I love you, Son.

And I am so proud of you.

I am sorry I did not tell you how I felt.

Thank you.

And I'm not ashamed of being prince,

I just needed to get there on my own.

Well, does this mean you'd like to be our new house chef?

No, actually.

I'm going to open a restaurant.

It's been a dream of mine for a long time.

That's wonderful news.

It will be a great success.

Thank you.

Excuse me. I have something to take care of.

- Oh. - Oh.

I um... came to bring you your journal back.

Thanks, I didn't... Realize it was missing.

Look, um...

I know I can be...

Frustrating and impulsive,

and I know you had big plans this week,

and I threw a wrench into them.

Prince Oliver, this has been

one of the most stressful weeks of my life.

- I know, and I-- - But I'm glad that I got to spend it with you.

You made me laugh and have fun in the kitchen,

which I'd forgotten is the reason that I loved baking in the first place.

And I'm sorry that I tried to make you do things my way.

It's a lesson that I've needed to learn for a while

and it turns out you've made me a better baker.

I'm sorry that I left--

Did you plan that?

No, that was spur of the moment.

It's kind of my thing now.

Oh.

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