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Chef Maria, thank you. It was truly a meal to remember.

- Whoo!

- I'm sorry! - Let me guess. You got stuck at work.

I'm here. And you did it. You opened your dream coffee house.

Everything looks amazing.

Now, point me in the direction of your fabulous in-house baker so I can congratulate her too.

Elena decided to take a last -minute silent retreat in Florida.

That sounds flaky.

She did manage to make her signature desserts before leaving.

Would you like me point you in the direction of your favourite cake?

This is why you're my favourite sister.

Helps that I'm your only sister.

- Oh. - Oh, sorry.

Apologies.

Please, go for it.

No, you can... you can try it.

- I saw you lock eyes with it. - Well, this cake and I go way back, so...

Really? Now you're gonna have to tell me more.

This cake has got me through some of my toughest times.

And some of the best.

- Sounds like a special cake. - It is.

I think it's my favourite thing on this table. Actually...

I think it might be my favourite cake of all time.

Wow. So I guess you could say it really... takes the cake.

Oh. That was going so well before that.

Yeah, that was bad.

Now I think you should have it. - No, you've got to try it. I insist.

Your life will be changed.

Life will be changed? Okay, well, how we gonna do this?

Flip a coin? Thumb wrestle? What are we doing?

- I should warn you, I'm extremely competitive. - Is that so?

Um, well, I should probably go and congratulate the woman of the hour, so...

Okay, well, I'll be over there if you want to fight about cake later.

Oh, you thought this was a fight?

Well, what can I say? I'm a lover, not a fighter.

- What are you doing? - I got cake.

No, you were flirting with Jamie Warner.

- What? - The guy at the dessert buffet.

Cake man is Jamie Warner?

San Francisco's own notorious Chef Boy.

I've heard he's a sweet-talker. He is good-looking, I guess.

The head chef at Blanche? The bad-tempered bad boy of cuisine?

The guy whose hothead reputation is only surpassed

by the sheer amount of models-slash-actresses that he's dated?

- The one and the same. - The guy with a personal vendetta against food critics?

That's Jamie Warner?

I've heard he's never even let a critic step foot into his restaurant,

and he's the first guy you flirt with in ages?

It was not flirting.

Yes, I was. I was flirting.

I was flirting.

I was flirting with Chef Boy.

- You were. - Oh.

Oh, man, you gotta try this cake. It's incredible.

Do you know who that was?

Who? The cute girl at the dessert station?

Mm-hmm. You know her.

Halle Bishop. Food critic for The Bay Tribune.

No! She's a good critic?

You should read her column. It's actually pretty good.

I'm not gonna read her column. Eh...

I just broke bread with the enemy.

Mm... at least she's a cute enemy.

Yeah.

Today we'll be doing a grilled-cheese crostini

with sesame ricotta and orange-blossom honey.

It is served with an heirloom-tomato gazpacho. I hope we're taking notes.

We have a meatloaf polpettine,

with the pan-fried chickpeas as the main.

Highlight the wagyu and black truffle.

Now-- Like I was saying,

we will also be doing the grilled branzino with squid- ink pasta and caper butter.

As always, we'll be doing no changes or substitution,

so don't even ask. Can someone grab the phone?

And what could be so important

you need to interrupt your head chef?

Braxton Reese, the new owner of Blanche. A word?

The great James Warner... avoiding my phone calls?

I do my job. It doesn't matter what I do outside of work.

Is that really what you want to talk about?

I'm implementing some changes to Blanche and I wanted your input.

Everything here is perfect as is. What could you possibly want to change?

First, bringing in a critic to review the restaurant. Any preferences?

Yeah, how about no one?

I'm sure you're aware, but I do not allow critics in my restaurant.

It's forbidden.

Forbidden? Is that so?

- Surprise! - What is this?

Oh, just a little something for the youngest recipient of the Waxman Food Critic Award.

You know that candles are usually reserved for birthdays, right?

You could be happier, you know?

It's only the most prestigious award in the country for your line of work.

I am happy. See? Smiling.

I just... I want to live up to it, you know? I feel like I'm in a rut.

Only you win an award and still not feel good enough.

You need to learn how to soak in the good stuff, Halle.

Oh, that's rich, coming from you.

Oh! Eat your muffin.

- I am, and... thank you.

I just need something new for my column.

A different angle.

Listen, if you want to try something new, why not write about your own recipes?

And then you can make them for your little sister's new coffee shop.

Now, there's an idea. - Leah, we've talked about this.

I love Elena, I do, but... your baking is out of this world,

and how much fun would it be to run this place together? Plus you're reliable.

Don't tell me she's still on that retreat?

You know, she joked the other day that about forgetting my wedding cake?

- Oh, I bet that went down really well.

I cannot even. Wait!

We have to talk about Kevin's best man, Peter.

Um... Oh, look... look at... You know, I should get this.

- Your phone didn't ring. - 'Cause, you know, it might be important, so...

- Halle! - Hello?

I can never work for somebody like that.

He was completely hard-headed, stubborn and unreasonable.

- You don't say? - Okay, I get the tone, but I'd been there for years,

and he comes in and gives me the whole "my way or the highway" thing?

Like, really? There's a reason my name means something in the culinary world.

And the more I think about, the more quitting was my only option.

Well, actually, you were fired.

Well, that's a technicality thing, so...

Maybe this is what you need, Jamie.

Time away to regroup, refocus, recharge.

No, no. I am fully charged, my battery is here, I'm ready to go.

This attitude is what I am talking about.

Don't you want some time away from the restaurant?

It can't be your whole life.

- Your Majesty.

Oh! If it isn't my favourite caterer.

Leah, congrats again on the opening.

And I am just putting the finishing touches on your menu.

Oh! Your food is the one thing I am not stressed out about, about my wedding.

Oh... Have you met my friend Jamie?

- Hi there. - Yes, Chef Boy.

My reputation precedes me.

Black coffee, cherry Danish?

- Uh, make it two. They're amazing. - Yes, please.

- Damn that Chef Boy thing. - Obviously, she's not a fan. - Mm-hmm.

Thanks for helping me pack up tonight.

Oh, it was a nice break from my laptop.

- Well, you know, we could be doing this every single day. - Leah, we talked about this.

Okay, fine. Let's discuss Peter.

And he's your violinist, right?

Halle, you knew very well Peter is Kevin's best man.

He's a pediatric surgeon, so you know he's good with kids.

Huge animal lover, loves to volunteer,

and he's very, very good-looking.

Oh, he sounds too good to be true.

Oh, he's as amazing as he sounds.

I talked you up and he's very excited to meet you.

- Leah. - Your my maid of honour, he's Kevin's best man,

neither of you have dates, it's perfect.

Or cliché.

Promise me you'll try this weekend.

And that means no laptop. My wedding is work-free.

Look, I don't want to be set up. I am fine on my own.

Fine is not happy!

Promise me you'll try. It is my wedding.

Oh, I cannot wait until you can no longer use the bride card.

Okay, fine.

I promise to stay open-minded and make an effort.

Okay. He's perfect, Halle, I swear!

- And his name was... Paul? - Halle!

Kylie, Kylie, stop worrying.

I don't think you understand the stress of an event like this.

I've cooked for hundreds of people a night at Blanche.

I think I can cater a little wedding on my own.

Little? Have you met Leah?

Whoa.

Okay, maybe not so little.

But listen, relax, everything's fine. Stay off that foot, alright?

I don't think I have any choice. - Good.

I don't want to find out you've broken both your ankles,

so listen to that angelic wife of yours.

I'll talk to you soon, okay? - Will do. - Bye-bye.

Okay.

Let's get this over with.

- Hey, kiddos! - Hi, Dad. - Hi, Daddy.

There's our bride-to-be. How you doing?

Yeah!

Yeah, doing great!

Oh, sorry, I have to take this. Flowers.

Hey there. I called earlier. I...

How's she doing, really?

Um, Leah's heartbeat makes a hummingbird's look slow.

Oh, dear.

She was listing off to-dos the whole way here,

but Kevin's here now, so maybe he can calm her down?

Here's hoping.

- Hi there. - Jamie.

Kevin, the lucky groom. Oh, can I help you with this?

- No. - Oh, okay.

So this is some spread you got.

But you must've seen your fair share of weddings as a caterer, right?

Actually, I'm not a caterer.

So you don't usually work with Kylie?

I do not, but I'm good friends with her.

She broke her ankle, so I'm going to cover for her.

Okay, uh... this is a really big week for someone who doesn't cater.

Not that I don't think you can handle it.

I trust Kylie, because Leah trusts Kylie. She's great, she is great,

but you... do you have any experience with cooking?

- I do. - Okay, well, I'm gonna let you get to it.

It was nice meeting you, Jamie. And I look forward to trying your soup.

Uh, bisque.

Okay.

As per my last email, I was wondering--

Okay. Okay, great. Thank you.

Take these.

Homework?

There's that sense of humour I love.

Now, we are still waiting on the floral delivery.

Looks like Kylie's catering is here, and Kevin's taking care of that.

We need to decide if we want a table for this evening,

or more of a chic mingler, because it's an amuse-bouche style of menu and--

Leah. Breathe.

There's a lot to do and any only so many hands to do it.

- Father of the bride reporting for duty. - Now, that's the spirit.

So if you turn to page 1A in your binder--

There's gotta be 100 pages here.

- 136, actually. - Leah.

- That'd we'd get through quicker without interruptions. - Please stop interrupting.

The forecast says sunny, but there's always that chance of rain, always.

So I'm not sure if it was a good idea to have an outdoor wedding,

because if it does rain, we can't bring everyone inside because of the reception and--

My table settings. Kevin?

Don't let that be my table settings.

- I'm telling. - What can Leah do to me if she can't find me?

Salt.

Okay...

Too much salt.

Okay...

Chef Boy?

Critic? Uh... what are you doing here?

I live here. Lived here.

- The bride is your sister. - Halle, did you...

Why is he here?

- This Kylie's replacement. - Why does Kylie need a replacement?

- Because she broke her leg. - Ankle. And I'm filling in for her.

- No one ran that by me.

Looks like Chef Boy will be cooking for us all week.

- It's actually Jamie. The name is Jamie, so... - What is a chef boy?

Listen, I have Kylie's recipes so the menu is gonna be exactly the same.

- Oh, so that's Kylie's soup? - Soup! Soup wasn't on the menu.

It's a bisque. I know what I'm doing.

Hear that, Leah? He knows what he's doing.

- Halle, can I talk to you for a second, in private? - Yeah.

I feel like I'm missing something.

Ah, yeah.

- The Chef Boy! - Ay. - Of course!

I... You know, I thought you'd be taller.

Did you ask Jamie to come here?

Ew, no. If anything, I thought you did.

What? No. Why? Why would I ask him to cook for my wedding?

Isn't this part of your plan? Setting me up?

You're always interfering in my love life. - Absolutely not.

What do you think? That I broke Kylie the caterer's foot

to lure Jamie "Chef Boy" Warner so you could flirt with him again?

- I believe it was her ankle. - Whatever.

While I am not above using extreme measure to get what I want,

breaking bones is off the table.

At least he can cook. But you stay away from him, you hear?

Focus on Peter.

Right, Pete.

Halle, Peter.

Peter is a gem. Get your head in the game.

Of course, of course. Peter.

Don't get caught up with that wannabe cater waiter, okay?

Hi there.

Kylie said you have a wine cellar.

- I'll show you. - No. No, I'll show you.

This way, Chef Boy. So do you know anything about wine?

Okay, so Kevin's tux still needs to be picked up from the tailor's,

and we need to go over candle numbers

to make sure there's enough for all centrepieces.

Oh, and I have to confirm everything's all good for the bar tomorrow night...

And, oh, Daddy rented out the whole top floor just for us.

- Nice. Hey, we should invite Jamie to game night. - What, why?

Well, 'cause it would be nice.

Also, it's really sweet that he jumped in for Kylie last minute.

- That does seem very nice. - Fine, sure, invite the caterer.

Also, I think him and Halle know each other.

Ugh, he was the guy she was flirting with at my opening.

Like, the first guy she showed interest in, in ages,

and it's that gossip-column Chef Boy.

- I mean, if Halle showed interest-- - Absolutely not.

Halle is focusing on Peter. Have we got that straight?

- Mm-hmm. - Peter is for Halle, Chef Boy is for no one.

Now, can we please get back to my wedding?

- Um... our wedding. - Totally.

So back to the list. If you turn to the next page...

Yeah, okay, you're on the tux, you've got it. Okay, great.

Um, you turn to page 55, we'll look at the handles.

- Blue? - Yep, that's the one.

- Ugh. I thought you were Leah.

Yes, I can see how I would be confused for your sister.

What are you doing that's so secretive?

- It's really none of your business. - Whatever.

Are these all the spices you have?

I'm gonna have to go into town.

Actually, Halle, we also need some stuff.

- Like what? - Why don't you two go together?

Halle, you can show him the farmer's market. Jamie, you don't mind.

Right? Halle can drive.

- I mind. - Yeah, I was kind of hoping--

You know what? You're a lifesaver.

I would go, but I hear your sister calling.

I don't hear anything.

That was weird.

- I guess we're going shopping. - This week keeps getting better and better.

You're as pleasant as everyone says.

You know, a lot of people would say...

...charming.

Hi there. Can I help you find something?

He's not really into talking.

Are you looking for a certain flavour profile?

Jamie, this very nice woman asked if she could help you.

I'm good.

Your friend seems very invested in finding the right spice.

- Oh, he's not my friend. - Okay.

You know, I'd really like not to miss my sister's wedding

waiting for you to decide what you want.

A dish is only a good as what goes in it.

Please, keep lecturing me about food. It's not like it's my job.

We'll take this one.

Great choice. That'll be 19.50.

James, please pay this very patient woman.

James. Wow.

Thanks.

Whoa. Easy, tiger.

I would've swerved.

A simple thank-you would suffice.

That thing's basically been attached to your hands since we got here.

I've got a lot of work to do, but I promised Leah I'd put it on hold this weekend.

Oh... that's why you're being so secretive.

Maybe.

Okay, I'll bite.

What's so important you gotta lie to your sister?

I'm not lying.

I'm just not telling her something I'm doing I promised her I wouldn't do.

Right...

My work's important to me.

And before you make one of your little remarks, don't.

Okay. I guess what good is a critic if you're not judging something.

You're probably gonna take notes on food all weekend just to feel useful.

"Crab cakes lacked acidity. They made the whole evening a drab affair.

The wedding cake craved cohesiveness to bring the meal together."

- Have you ever read a food review? - They all sound like that.

That's not a bad idea, though.

I know you were trying to make a joke - emphasis on trying -

but you might be onto something.

I need a refreshing point of view for my column and this could be it.

Reviewing food in unexpected places.

Yeah, that's good. Like... chili dogs at a gas station.

No, no, no, crashing family barbeques. That's the one.

No, I was more thinking profiling chefs and their creations

outside the typical restaurant setting.

Something like... "unexpected finds."

Why can't you just enjoy a meal?

And this weekend gives me a uniquely personal point of view for the column.

Wait, what? You're seriously gonna review Kylie's menu?

- Well, yeah. - No, no, no.

She didn't sign up for her food to be judged 'cause you're bored at your sister's wedding.

The exposure from my column is excellent PR.

No. I'm sorry, it's not happening. I forbid it.

- You can't forbid anything. - Well, I just did, so...

Why do you keep acting like I'm trying to put her out of business?

- What are you doing? - I am emailing Kylie to see what she thinks.

- No, sorry, not happening. - What is it with you?

Okay.

If you're so hellbent on reviewing something...

you can write about me instead.

Really? You'll cook for me and you'll let me write about it?

- You're impossible, you know that? - You suggested it!

Okay, I will cook for you,

and you can write a sample article for your editor, you cannot publish it.

Well, now I think you're being dramatic.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

You cook for me and I can write about it. Five meals.

- One. - Four.

Three. Final offer.

Deal.

Deal.

Free meals. Sample article.

No publishing. Those are the ground rules.

- But what if I-- - No.

Everything looks great, Jamie. Thank you very much.

Of course, Bob. Enjoy.

There's a line. Let's keep it moving.

Don't you have a date to annoy?

- Why does everybody think I need a date? - Huh.

Couldn't get one, huh?

Well, unlike you, I like to know something about the people I date.

Like their name. It helps with conversation.

Oh, that's when people talk to each other.

- I know their names. - Okay, name the last five women that you've dated.

Easy. Claire--

First and last names.

It's... Listen, the point is,

you don't have a date for your sister's wedding, so there.

- He's here! - Who, Peter?

Yes, finally, he's here.

That is who I'm setting you up with.

- Oh, wow. - I know.

I guess I do have a date.

- Hey, hey, hey. - Hi!

Hey!

Halle, this is Peter Kent, Kevin's best friend from college and his best man.

And Peter, this is my sister.

Halle, I am so happy to meet you.

I've heard such wonderful things.

Well, hopefully half of them are true.

Thank you, Leah.

Don't you have a fiancé you should probably check on?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Of course. Be charming.

- And that's Leah. - She's great. Kevin's very lucky.

- I think so. - Hey, is that a vineyard?

Yes. Did you want a tour?

- If you don't mind. - Of course.

Follow me.

So Leah tells me that you're a... podiatrist?

- Pediatric surgeon. - Right. So you literally save kids' lives.

Well, there's lots of tonsils and appendixes in my line of work.

- And Leah says you like to volunteer. - I do, yes.

I spend weekends at this great food kitchen.

Of course, I have to plan it around Lilly's schedule.

- Who's Lilly? - Oh...

This... is my Lilly.

She is so cute.

- Mimi loves her. - Is Mimi your other dog?

No, no, Mimi's a very special woman in my life. Actually...

That's Mimi. A sprightly 89.

I think she's the best grandma ever, but, of course, I might be biased.

I, um... I make her brunch on Sundays.

- Every Sunday? So you're perfect. - Well...

I didn't say the food was good.

But congratulations to you on the Waxman Award.

That's so well-deserved.

Did Leah tell you that? Because she likes to talk me up.

Yes, she does talk you up, and I think that's great.

And with the exception of Mimi, I'm not very close with my family so...

I admire that about you.

Although she didn't have to tell me.

I have to admit, I'm a huge fan of your column,

and I have you to thank for turning me into a foodie.

Wow, that is a compliment, indeed. Thank you.

Okay, because this side has two,

and then we have three over there.

- Correct. - What do you think? - I think it works just fine.

Ugh, I don't know.

Oh... Okay, okay, maybe...

Oh! Oh, it fits two.

I am so in love with this day.

- Too many. I don't like that. - She's gonna be okay.

Everything is gonna turn out wonderfully.

This is a beautiful day.

I've just spent the last...

30 minutes with your sister,

debating on whether the chairs should be two inches apart or three inches apart.

Oh, no.

- Halle!!! - Looks like you're next.

I need Halle!

Ugh. This is way too far apart.

No, this is my hiding spot. Find your own.

I need to do my wine pairings.

Alone.

- Oh, I bet they're missing you at Blanche. - Find somewhere else.

Please? I only need 20 minutes, then I'll be outta here.

Wow. It only takes you 20 minutes to ruin somebody's dream.

Okay, now it's an hour, at least.

- Go away. - You know, this is a great lesson for you, Chef.

It's important for you to learn that not everything is about you.

I'm helping your sister's wedding.

Very loose with the word "help," I see.

Actually, you know what? I'll just fly around you.

- What? - Excuse me. That's a good year.

Oh, this is a good one. How's your review going?

Ugh!

Ugh! I can't believe it! He's so arrogant!

- Hey. - Hi.

How's the ankle? Better me staying off that foot.

Oh, it's a dance party for one over here.

- Oh, the bisque was a big hit, by the way. - I knew they'd love the bisque!

- Mom? - Oh, hi, Gracie, sweetie.

Is that Gracie? Can you put her on?

Hi!

How's my favourite six-year-old?

Oh, yeah? Okay.

You got it. Me and you at the zoo. It's a date. Promise.

You gotta do something for me, though.

Take care of mom and make sure she stays off her ankle, okay?

Deal.

Okay, bye-bye.

Okay, I need...

What?

- Hot date with Gracie? - She's my goddaughter.

What?

I just didn't know you and Kylie were that close. Or that you had a goddaughter.

Oh... guess there's a lot you don't know about me.

So it seems.

Don't look now, Chef Boy, but I think you might have a heart.

You tell anyone, I'll deny it.

Okay, I'm cashing it.

Jamie Warner's signature dish number one.

You still serious about that, hey?

- I want to know what all the fuss is about. - I gotta warn you.

If I make food for you, you're gonna have to admit I'm a good chef.

Well, that remains to be seen.

Okay, but no meddling.

- I don't meddle. Leah meddles.

You're a classic meddler, and the worst kind of meddler, because when you meddle,

you don't even know that you're meddling when you're meddling.

Okay, fine, I won't meddle.

Alright. And no laptops in my kitchen.

What? No. How am I supposed to take my notes?

You don't. You just... be in the present moment.

What a concept.

So I heard from someone that you no longer work at Blanche.

Word travels fast.

It was time to move on. Been there for years.

It was getting stale.

Okay, I guess if you heard that, then you've heard...

...that I got fired.

I heard something like that.

New owner, he's hard-headed.

Ironically, he demanded I bring in a critic. You believe that?

- And you refused?

Obviously.

You're not used to collaborating with people, are you?

I do not need to...

in my position.

I'm good enough at what I do.

Don't you get lonely?

I always have somebody standing by.

That might be the loneliest thing I've ever heard.

Okay, all this chattering, I consider this meddling, by the way.

Chef, can I ask what the inspiration for this dish is?

- You just can't help yourself, can you?

You really want me to sit here in silence while you cook?

Actually, don't answer that.

Okay.

I created this as a tribute... to my nana.

She's the one who taught me how to cook.

In fact, this was the first dish I made at Blanche.

It started the whole... elevated nostalgia thing for me.

So...

you're making me a fancy boloney sandwich?

Oh, it's more than that.

Food is... family,

it's... history.

Food is memory. I'm not just making you a sandwich,

I'm transporting you back in time

to when you first had that sandwich.

What it tasted like, what the day was like,

who you were with, how you were feeling.

Nothing can do that quite like food.

That's really beautiful, Jamie.

I'm trying to work here, okay?

- So what do you think? - About?

- Halle. - Peter is nice.

- Oh, "nice." Great. - He's perfect.

He's everything you said he would be and more.

- I knew it! - I'm just... I'm not sure why he would be interested in me.

Halle! You are amazing.

You have this fantastic career, you're the best big sister.

And that's coming from the best little sister, so you know it's the truth.

Peter is great, but he's the lucky one.

Leah, thank you so much--

Now tell me every single thing you both have said to each other and leave nothing out.

- Hey, Jamie, I hear you're the head chef at Blanche. - Uh-huh.

Everyone says the place is amazing.

- Yeah. - This might be presumptuous,

but you think you can help me with a reservation?

- Oh, um, well-- - Thanks, buddy.

Appreciate it, buddy.

Alright, everyone, here some special shirts I had made for us for tonight.

That's for you and the ladies.

- Oh. - Here.

You were a last-minute addition. Sorry I didn't get your last name.

Oh... um...

"Caterer."

You shouldn't have.

Ah, no sweat, man. You're part of the team. Let's get these on.

- Oh, my God! - Oh! - Thank you.

Oh. Oh! Oh!

Oh, too bad.

We're the best.

Oh, yeah.

This is my clean-up ball.

So I gotta get this...

- Yes! - No! You got them...

- Back behind the line. - Fine! Okay, okay, okay.

- Focus, focus. - Ready. Okay, I just throw?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Oh! So close.

- Very close. - Oh, my God.

Oh!

Suck it.

Booyah!

- Careful!

You have to go three there, go below there.

- Don't tell me what to do. - She's fine. - Trying to play by the rules.

- Oh, oh... - No, no, no, no!

- It's just like surgery. - Yeah, you got this. Oh.

This is very stressful.

Yeah!

Oh, God.

- Ah! - Boom!

No!

Congratulations.

- Chef? - Critic.

- A Bruce Harvey, please. - Seltzer with lime. - Bruce Harvey?

Yeah, it's an Amaretto sour with extra cherries.

- That's diabetes in a glass, is what that is. - Oh...

Are you a little grumpy because you're trailing behind me in wins?

- You weren't kidding about being competitive.

When did I say that?

When we first met at the bakery,

before you knew who I was and I knew who you were.

- You remember that? - I do.

You're a hard person to forget.

In a bad way, of course.

So we're clear on that. Thanks.

Are you having fun?

Kevin's a really great bowler. I didn't know scores went that high.

- What are you doing? - I was getting a drink.

Yeah, you should be doing that with Peter, not the cranky caterer.

He's the substitute caterer, and I see your point.

For someone who loves games, your head is not in this one.

Focus up on Peter. He's gonna think you're not into him.

Okay, okay, but maybe you could have fun at your own bachelorette party.

I'm having the time of my life.

Okay, final question of the night.

Hey, here hoping it's science-based.

Chickpeas, lima beans and lentils are all examples of--

Legumes! - That is correct, but it is not the question.

Chickpeas, lima beans and lentils are all examples of legumes

that are technically classified as what? Thirty seconds.

- Well, vegetables. - No, they're a fruit, I think.

- You think or you know? - I'm 90% sure. Right, Peter?

- I'm not entirely up-to-date with legumes. Sorry. - They gotta be vegetables.

- Botanically, they're a fruit. - Oh, just a like Apollo 13 landed on the moon?

And the first capital of the United States was Washington.

- Five seconds. - Trust me, they're a fruit.

- Final answer, kings? - Legumes are technically a...

...fruit.

Unfortunately... for us Aces, the Kings are correct!

Legumes are technically fruits for the win!

How... how do you know this stuff?

- I dunno! - This guy's a chef...

I didn't think anyone would be up.

- Me neither. - Let me guess. Work?

- Good morning, gang. - Hey, Peter. You're up early.

Gotta get my run in. Waiting on Kevin.

Kevin runs?

No.

But it's a great way to release some stress before the big day, y'know?

Oh, got a little...

just a little fuzz there.

Thanks, Peter.

Hey, great competing with you guys at the party last night.

Who knew you two were so good at trivia? You guys make a good team.

Well, I... wouldn't say that.

You know, you were great last night.

How refreshing to have a man be so supportive.

Okay, I gotta go find Kevin, I'll see you later, Hal?

Yeah. Bye, Peter.

Hal. "See you later, Hal."

- What are you making? - Why? You gonna write about it?

You still owe me two meals.

I'm making pancakes if you must know.

Peter's right. You were great last night.

You're the one who had the winning answer.

Yes, but I don't think I would've pushed myself as hard

if you weren't so annoyingly arrogant.

What about you, Mrs. I-Gotta-Be-Right- The-Whole-Time?

I'm just saying I think it was good that were put on the same team.

We pushed each other and we were better because of it, despite the arguing.

I'll tell you this. This kitchen is incredible.

Top-of-the-line appliances and tools.

Shame it's wasted on a critic, not a chef.

You know, I'm somewhat of a pancake connoisseur. Have you've ever tried--

No, no, no, no. No meddling, remember?

I think I know how to make a pancake.

I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson.

Seriously, what is it about food critics you hate so much?

Do I really need to answer that?

We're on opposite sides. Your whole job is to critique what I do.

Yeah, but don't you want to know what makes your food special,

and, you know, how people feel when they're eating it?

Well, I know what made it special. Because I made it.

- Okay, think about it this way. Say-- - Halle Bishop,

would make me the happiest chef in the world by agreeing to work in silence?

Hey, ah, ah, ah, ah, pa.

Oh, you were serious?

- In the kitchen, always. - Oh.

Eyes on your own work.

You ready for this, Chef Boy?

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Ooh.

Oh. What's this?

- Breakfast. - Nice.

Don't these stacks of pancakes look amazing?

Or do you think that one looks better than the other?

Uh...

Oh... okay, yeah, no.

I'm not getting involved, because I know what it's like when you two go at it.

Oh, come on, Kevin, it's a friendly competition and you're such a good commentator.

They say yoga's supposed to relax you, but I must be doing it wrong,

'cause I'm always more stressed than when I started.

You know, that's exactly what I feel about running.

Like, Peter's still out there, just running.

Oh, my God! Pancakes!

Mm-mm-mm! Mm. Mm-hmm.

- That's why I love her. - Mm...

Wow. These are so--

You've officially entered the pancake competition.

- I did what now? - We have a little wager going on.

We each made a stack of pancakes,

and you have offered to be the judge.

Mm-mm-mm-mm.

You've tried pancake A,

so now try pancake B.

Fine.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Let me just...

For scientific purposes.

- Oh, she said, "For scientific purposes." - Ah.

Okay.

Both stacks are equally delicious.

- Not helpful. - Could you be more specific?

Okay, I mean, these are fluffier,

but those one melt in your mouth, and...

...these ones have a bit of sweetness to them,

but those are sweet just in a different way.

Come on.

What do you expect? I'm not a chef or a critic.

Both stacks are out of this world.

Okay, but if one...

...was more out of this world than the other,

it would be...

- Those ones. - Booyah.

- Oh! - In your face.

No, no, but I thought you made those!

No, that was all Chef Boy, but at least he's humble about it.

Ooh! I have a competition for you two.

Halle, do the trick.

- Oh! Yes, Halle, do it. - Uh...

- What are you, like a part-time magician or something? - Oh, it's not really a trick--

Halle can tell every single ingredient in something just by tasting it.

Not always every single ingredient.

Halle, show him.

Well, my food is known for its complex flavour profile,

so might be a little challenging for you.

Do you think you're out of my league, Chef Boy?

I'll tell you what.

If you can name the secret ingredient I have in my pancakes...

...I'll admit defeat.

That's not a wager. You should take her out to dinner.

- Kevin! - What? At his fancy restaurant 'cause he's a big-time chef.

- Oh, actually, I don't know if-- - Yeah.

If I win, dinner at Blanche on you.

First spice is nutmeg. - Easy.

- Lemon zest. - Obviously.

- Come on, Halle, show him up. - She can do it.

Well, I'm just getting a little confused, because I can taste two spices here.

Cardamon and...

...saffron?

- I never leave home without it. - Ha! She totally got you!

I mean, it's so subtle,

you must've used the tiniest amount, but...

it... it really makes these incredible.

I guess someone has to take Halle to dinner.

I guess... someone does.

I've heard Blanche is overrated.

Halle, let's go over the seating plan.

Sure... okay.

- Kevin! - Okay.

I think Leah's gonna love it. I know she's not crazy about surprises,

but we're gonna win her over on this one. Thanks for helping, Dad.

You just point me in the right direction, tell me what to do.

- Um, maybe some flowers over there. - You got it.

I noticed you've been spending a lot of time with that chef.

Jamie?

Oh, he's just helping me figure out a new angle for my column.

So that's it? All work-related?

Well, you know me. Work, work, work.

- Seems like a nice young man. - Not really.

He's super bossy, and he always wants to cook in silence,

and he can never admit when I'm right, which I always am.

And he's really hard-headed and annoying about getting his way.

But I guess he has his moments.

But you haven't been spending much time with him.

Peter seems like a great guy.

Yes, Peter!

Peter is great, Peter's amazing.

Peter's the complete opposite of annoying.

I'm not sure that's the best way to describe someone. The opposite of annoying?

Peter's everything Leah said he would be and more.

Don't tell her this, but I think she might be right about him.

Hmm.

Oh!

Look!

Hey, who's that good-looking man?

You and Mom are so cute.

She was always way out of my league.

Don't sell yourself short, Dad.

You're an amazing architect,

you're the kindness man I've ever met,

and according to this photo, you can rock a 'stache.

- Ah, your mom was something else.

I think it's only just hitting me now that she won't be at my wedding either.

If I ever have one.

What am I saying? This is Leah's weekend.

Halle, you have a bad habit of pushing aside your feelings.

And you're allowed to be sad this weekend.

And what do you mean, if you ever have your own wedding?

Little Leah's walking down the aisle before me.

You always do things in your own time, Halle,

and there is time.

If you want to get married, you will.

Thanks, Dad.

I might be an old man, but I know what I'm talking about.

Now let's get this finished up.

Okay.

Hey, Kylie. How's the patient?

Bored. I'm not used to doing nothing for so long.

Maybe it's the universe's way of telling you to slow down. What was it you said before?

Recharge, refocus?

Ha-ha. Hilarious.

Dare I ask how goes the wedding weekend?

So far, so good. People are loving the menu.

That's great! And she's not giving you any trouble?

Halle? Nah. I mean, she's something else, I'll tell you that.

She always has to be right, she gives her two cents on everything and...

she's got this strange combination of...

domineering yet annoyingly positive.

Uh, I was talking about Leah, the bride?

But tell me more about how you feel about her sister.

No. Hang on, you tricked me.

Mm, your ego could use it.

Besides, you haven't dated anyone seriously since Lucy.

Yeah, well...

learned from that mistake, so...

Not everyone is like Lucy.

You've gotta let go of your past at some point.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.

Listen, don't worry about this weekend. I got this.

I know you do.

Bye, Jamie.

Now over here, a little here.

Right...

- There's my girl. - Hi! - Hey, babe. Um, so...

teensy, tiny change, but everything's fine.

I don't like the start of that.

Peter has been called away to the city for work,

but he will be back ASAP, so everything is fine.

Wh-what about now? Who's gonna walk Halle down the aisle for the rehearsal?

Which is now. And what if he doesn't make it back in time?

What if he's delayed or there's traffic or a freak snowstorm?!

- It's not gonna snow, honey. - I don't know how the weather works, Kevin.

- Hey, what's happening? - Peter's gone. - Gone?

- He's fled. - Peter has been called to the city for work,

and he will be back in time for the wedding.

You don't know that.

Leah, breathe.

I'm not doing that right now.

- Come with me. - Whoa!

What are you looking up?

- If blizzards are common in San Francisco this time of year. - Not likely, honey.

- I don't know... - Oh, wow.

Whoa. What's...? You alright?

Hi. - Problem solved.

Jamie here volunteered to fill in.

- He did? - I did?

- He did? - But he's not the best man. - No argument there.

Best Man Peter will be here on the big day.

Right now, you've just gotta focus on one thing.

Walking down the aisle.

Dad's right. This is just a rehearsal.

Everything's gonna be okay. Kevin, let's get started.

Okay. Um...

- My dad just grabbed you, didn't he? - Yeah, quite forcefully too.

Oh, I should probably...

Okay, um... what do we--

You just let me put my hand here.

- Okay. - And now... we walk.

You can do that, right?

- Believe it or not, I have walked before. - I was just checking.

This is perfectly normal.

Not weird at all.

Yep.

- Hi. - Hi.

Jamie.

You left so quickly after the rehearsal yesterday

that I didn't have time to thank you for walking me down the aisle.

Uh... it meant a lot to Leah.

It's fine.

Well, it was very kind, so thank you.

You're welcome, Halle.

You know...

I haven't tried Jamie Warner's signature dish number two.

Did you have any ideas?

What happened?!

- The flowers. Look! - Oh, they look nice.

They're not in the arrangements!

The arrangements I spent painstaking hours deciding on.

Can't you just arrange them? I mean, they are just flowers.

There's not enough time!

Everybody is arriving tomorrow and there's too much to do,

and I-I-I can't even think straight.

Halle, I'm panicking.

Okay, breathe.

Okay, they are... just flowers, though.

But won't be all eyes be on you, 'cause the bride--

- You. Stop talking. - Yep. Alright. - Leah.

I will handle this. - How?

This is the perfect time for my surprise.

I don't think I can handle another surprise.

You'll like this one, I promise.

No. Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

Okay, close your eyes.

One step. One more.

And a big step.

And open.

It's a space just for you...

...to do absolutely nothing but relax, eat and be pampered.

- I-I don't think I can do that. - Of course you can.

And in a few moments,

Jolene will be here to give you a calming facial and a hand massage.

And in the meantime,

all I want you do... is close your eyes,

wear these cucumbers that I personally chopped for you,

and relax.

And if you can't relax, pretend.

I-I guess I can pretend.

That's the spirit.

And I have everything under control.

- Oh! - Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

Okay, um...

- I'm gonna go this way. - Yeah, no, go... Yeah, okay. Just... Yeah.

Success. We can walk through a hallway.

Ha!

- Works keeping you busy.

- It's not work. It's Peter, actually. - Oh.

Yeah, he wanted to know how the rehearsal went. That's sweet, isn't it?

Would've been sweeter if he showed up.

I have some flowers to take care of.

- Yeah, okay. - Jamie?

What you said to Leah earlier...

you have no idea how hard it is to plan an event like this.

So don't be dismissive because you don't understand

the importance of flower arrangements.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

And, um, Chef?

Yes, Critic.

You should try to be less of a grouch. Frown lines, no laughing matter.

Frown...?

Look at your glow.

I feel relaxed, which I didn't know is possible.

Kevin, have I been unbearable this whole time?

No, don't ever say that about yourself.

You've been focused and diligent in planning every single detail,

And I know you worry about things,

but that's just 'cause you want the day to be perfect,

but not just for us, but for everyone.

I'm going to enjoy this weekend, no matter what happens.

Tsunami or not.

Well, I don't think the tsunami's coming, so we're okay on that front.

You ready to see the room?

Hmm.

How did you do all this?

I made some calls.

Welcome to your wedding reception.

It's even more perfect than I could've imagined.

It's fine, babe. Stop.

Hey.

I, uh...

I want to say sorry about my comment earlier.

- Which one? - Yeah.

The dig about Peter missing the rehearsal.

That's surprisingly nice of you.

Surprisingly nice.

What is it you think you know about me?

You really want me to...? Okay.

Um, well, you're not exactly known for your good behaviour.

You are the San Francisco Chef Boy, after all.

You are incredibly demanding and you always have to get your own way.

And you're a heart-breaker. Different girl on your arm every week.

Ugh. You still believe all that?

What am I supposed to believe, Jamie?

I've noticed some things about you.

I don't know if I want to hear about those.

The way you are with your family.

Calming your sister's nerves, checking on your dad...

...quietly doing things when you don't think people are noticing.

You're the fixer. And you have an answer for everything,

from legumes to... last-minute flower people.

They're called florists, Jamie.

- Don't interrupt me. I'm giving you a compliment. - Okay, I'm sorry. Continue.

You care about your family deeply.

And your work. You're passionate.

I admire that about you.

Even when it annoys me to my core.

I knew you were gonna say something like that.

Why do you always have to be right about everything?

- Why does everyone around you have to be wrong? - 'Cause usually they are.

- Peter. - Hey. - What?

- Sorry I'm so late. - No, you're right on time.

Halle let me know you filled in for me. Thanks, man.

Yeah, sure thing.

- Why don't we get you a drink? - Please.

Ah, busy day.

Is white okay? Yes. - Ahem.

Wow.

You did all this?

- Well, my dad helped. - Oh, it's beautiful.

Kept her calm.

- You're a great big sister, you know that? - Thanks, Peter.

No, look...

This will sound like a line,

but Halle Bishop, please tell me how are you still single?

Oh, I don't know, Peter the perfect surgeon,

the perfect best friend, the perfect grandson with the perfect dog.

- Are you implying that my life is perfect? - Well, you got that?

You're the biggest catch of all. How are you still single?

Guess I haven't found the perfect person for me. Yet.

Yeah, me either.

You know, I got to admit, um...

I haven't had much time for dating.

But when I do something, I commit 110%.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Oh, it's... it's about the cake.

Elena, hi.

What?

Are you...?

Well... you can't really have a wedding without a cake.

Okay.

- That didn't sound like a great phone call. - Uh...

That was Elena. She's making the wedding cake.

She's stuck in Miami and can't get a flight out,

and we don't have a wedding cake.

How can I help?

I can run to the store right now and grab a cake.

You know what you could do? Don't let Kevin find out,

because he tells Leah everything,

which is normally adorable, but not in this case.

I can do that. What about the cake?

Leave that to me. Come on.

Okay. Ah...

Perfection for tomorrow.

Can you believe it?

No, not really.

I know this has been really hard without Mom.

She would be so proud of you.

- You really think so? - Are you kidding?

You're an amazing daughter and sister, and you're a business owner.

Of course she would be proud of you.

I'm proud of you.

You've been spending a lot of time in the kitchen this week.

It's nice to see you in your element.

Yeah, I hadn't noticed.

You seem happier, too.

Ah, just...

You're meant to bake and I just...

I worry you don't get to do it anymore.

I know you do, Leah, but...

I love my life and my job.

And between... pushing me with Peter,

and now asking me about baking...

...I want you to know that you don't have to worry about me, okay?

Leah?

Why are you lurking down every hallway?

Peter told your dad about the wedding cake, your dad told me,

and me and your dad are kind of boys now, so...

- Oh, I don't love that. - Listen, you're down a wedding cake,

and you have an award-winning chef

who also happens to dabble in pastry at your service.

- Jamie-- - I'm not taking no for an answer of this one, okay?

Alright, I would be crazy to turn down the extra pair of hands.

Hey, look at that, we agree on something.

- But... I'm the boss. No meddling. - Yes, ma'am.

And none of this "no talking in the kitchen" nonsense.

It's weird. Just have a conversation, Jamie.

You're the boss.

Where'd you learn to do this?

Have impressed the great Jamie Warner?

It just so happened that I trained as a pastry chef.

You trained professionally?

Why are you a critic?

I happen to enjoy celebrating other people's culinary works

instead of making my own.

I know that might be hard for you to wrap your ego around.

I just don't understand why you wouldn't want to make something beautiful like this

instead of tearing other people's work down.

You've never read my column, have you?

Of course you haven't, because if you had,

you would know that I don't do that.

Maybe you're the judgmental one. Ever thought of that, Chef Boy?

You know that whole... Chef Boy thing?

That's not really me.

What do you mean?

I had a restaurant in Chicago, put everything I had into it.

Oh, I loved that place.

And one bad review...

Lost everything I had.

Critics can destroy... people's dreams.

And not just me.

My whole staff...

So I moved back here, worked my way up at Blanche,

and... I realized if it's just me...

...I can't hurt anybody else.

Yeah, but what about when you get hurt, Jamie?

Ah, I'll be alright.

And if not...

I got Kylie.

And all the models, of course.

There's not that many.

Hey, I have had a long-term relationship, you know.

- Oh, yeah? What was that, two weeks? - Try four years.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I just assumed.

- Mm. - What happened?

When I lost the restaurant, she...

...just couldn't understand it.

Wanted me to move on, get a job outside the culinary world.

It wasn't meant to be.

But cooking's like breathing for you. I see it when you work.

Exactly. And... I was crushed.

And on top of that...

I realized that the woman I was with for four years just...

...didn't understand me.

So...

you choose flings over putting yourself out there again.

I do want to be with one person.

But...

...it has to be the right person.

Someone who gets you.

Look, here's how I see it.

It's my job to celebrate you and your food.

Not everyone is like that one critic.

And for what it's worth...

...I really like the guy that I've been spending time with this week.

He doesn't have to pretend around me.

I knew it. You can't get enough of me.

I did not say that.

So... this incredible kitchen is for your big-shot baking skills.

No... actually.

My dad built it for my mom.

She loved to cook and she was amazing at it.

She passed away a couple years ago when I was at pastry school.

Oh, Halle when I said this kitchen was being wasted, I didn't--

How could you have known?

You know, when you said you felt closer to your nana when you cook?

I feel like that too,

especially here in her kitchen.

Baking was our thing, so...

...doing it without her...

...just reminds me how much I miss her.

Leah... you look amazing.

- Really? - Of course.

How do you feel?

All this planning and it's finally here.

It's all so surreal.

Well, you've planned the perfect week,

so all you have to do now is relax.

Leah Bishop...

That's the last time I get to call you that.

Leah Bishop,

are you ready for the presentation of the gifts?

- Yes. - Okay.

Ahem.

For something old...

The love letter you wrote...

to the first man in your life, Prince Harry.

Where did you get that? It has to be 20 years old.

I have my ways.

Now, you can keep it with you to remind you of what would've been.

- Kevin can never see this. - I already emailed him a copy.

You can't have secrets before you get married.

- Halle... - Okay.

For something new...

...a handkerchief...

with your new initials stitched into it by yours truly.

And, um, they're blue, so I feel I get extra points for that.

- Thank you.

And now something borrowed.

It's from Mom.

- Her wedding ring? - Yeah.

I know you have her own,

but I feel like she'd want you to have this today.

Are you sure?

She left it for you.

Now I'm giving it to you, but not to borrow,

to keep.

To borrow...

until you meet the right person who will put this on your finger.

Maybe Peter--

- You are literally about to walk down the aisle. Stop. - I know, I know.

I just...

I just care.

I know...

Kevin makes me feel like the best version of myself...

...and I want that feeling for you.

Whether it's Peter or whomever you decide.

Halle, you are wonderful, and I just...

You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel that way

every single day.

And that is all I will say about the subject.

For today, at least.

Oh, you're a handful.

Okay, I feel like I'm forgetting something,

but I have my vows and everything's all set for the reception... The cake!

- A cake is here. - Oh, my gosh, Elena came through!

- Elena sure did. - Oh! And you have your speech?

Yes. Yeah, all set.

- Sorry to inter... rupt.

Halle, you... you look...

Wow.

Ahem.

Leah, you look... beautiful.

Kevin is a lucky man.

- And Jamie, you came here because...?

Right. Your dad sent me. It's your time to shine, Leah. Whenever you're ready.

Okay.

Thank you.

- I will be right there. - Okay.

- Jamie. - Yes. - I need you.

- Oh. - To get my speech.

I printed it, but I don't know where I put it and I can't print it now.

Done. Yes, I'll... I'll grab it.

Thank you. You're a lifesaver.

- Halle? - Yeah?

I, um...

I wanted to...

...say good luck... today.

Thank you, Chef.

I should probably go. Yeah. - Yes. Right. I said I would... Yep, okay.

- Cool. - Yeah, I just I would do that. - Cool.

- Okay. - Thanks. Bye. - Bye.

Are we running behind? Am I late? I didn't check the binder.

It's your wedding day. There's no such thing as late.

- Okay. - Okay.

Wow.

- This is for you. - Thank you.

- Ready? - Yeah.

"Jamie Warner isn't your typical hotshot chef.

Playboy with a heart of gold." What is this?

"Lessons from his nana... Failed restaurant...

Unlucky in love"? Are you...?

I do.

I do. Aw.

- I think it's time to start speaking. - Oh.

Uh, everyone?

It is now time for the first dance

for our beautiful bride and groom,

Mrs. and Mr. Turner.

Hey. Hey.

There you are. Why are you hiding all the way over here?

Oh, I know. You're trying to think of what to make me for our third meal.

I was thinking flambé.

Let's talk after the wedding, okay?

What do you mean? What's with you?

I mean you should focus on your family and Peter.

Jamie... something's clearly bothering you and you're not telling me.

I went to get your speech,

and I saw your email to Braxton Reese,

the guy who fired me from my own restaurant.

Braxton is just an old friend. I was emailing him about the new angle for my column.

Oh, so this is about your column.

No, this is about you... getting your job back.

I wrote a profile on why you're such an amazing chef.

And winning another award for your writing never crossed your mind?

I would never publish personal information without asking you first.

Oh, well, thank you for the courtesy, but why ask me?

You already emailed private conversations

to the one person I can't stand the most in the world.

Who knows who else has read it?

Why do you always jump to the worst possible conclusion?

You talked about my failure as a chef, you talked about Lucy.

I just wanted people to get a full picture of you.

The real you, and not just some playboy jerk who only cares about himself.

Did you actually read it?

I read enough. I'm not some recipe or flower arrangement.

I can't just be fixed, Halle.

You had no right to interfere in my life like that. Oh, great.

It's my favourite chef and my favourite gal.

Halle, can I take you up on that dance?

Looks like you gotta go.

Jamie, I was just trying to help. Really.

- May I? - Thank you.

So... I was thinking...

I'd love to take you on a proper date when we get back into the city,

maybe a picnic in the park with Lilly,

or we have that in at Blanche now.

I'm sorry... What were you saying?

I'd like to take you on a date.

Peter, I don't think I can.

- Oh, I thought we were getting along really well. - We were.

And... you are perfect. Really, you are.

- Did I say or do something that-- - No.

It's just...

I think I have feelings for someone else.

Well, I think you should go tell them.

Peter?

When you find your someone...

...they're gonna be the luckiest person in the world.

Yeah. Good luck.

You're on, kiddo.

- What? - The speech.

- But I don't have my notes. - Wing it!

Uh...

Um... today we are here to celebrate

my beautiful sister Leah and her brand-new husband.

Don't go.

Uh... don't go...

and start thinking that love is easy...

...no matter how easy these two make it look.

What I've learned from my sister Leah is that... love isn't always easy.

It takes work.

It takes...

admitting when you're wrong.

It takes forgiveness.

Love means opening yourself up to the other person

to allow yourself to be truly seen.

What I've learned from Leah and Kevin is that...

love isn't a competition...

...keeping track of who's right and who's wrong.

I mean, you do compete, but only with yourself...

...to become the best version of you.

And that's what a partner does.

They make you want to be better every day.

And marriage is about having that person right by your side.

Laughing and...

fighting...

and loving you along the way.

Uh...

And, um, that is what these two have.

And what I hope one day I'm lucky enough to have, as well.

Um, so... here is to Leah and Kevin.

May you have a lifetime of laughter and love.

Cheers!

Hey there.

Here's the woman of the hour.

- Does it feel good to be sitting down? - Mm-hmm.

Do you want to talk about it?

I'm fine, really.

You can't lie to me.

I will be fine. I'm just a little...

Heartbroken?

It's not what you think.

I've seen the way you look at Peter and...

unfortunately...

I've seen the way you look at Jamie.

Peter's wonderful, he--

You can't help who you fall for.

If you could, I don't think you'd be sitting here like this right now.

I'm not crying, you know. It's just that there's a lot of flowers here.

Allergies. Really?

Bonjour, mon amour.

- Hello, my love. - Hi.

Your new sister's nursing a broken heart.

Don't make it sound so dramatic.

Hey, um...

I'm really sorry it didn't work out for you.

Me, too.

I believe these are for you.

- Chef. - Critic.

Can we talk?

I, uh... I thought you...

I saw you leave.

I had to take a call.

- That's all. - It was an important call.

You're the one always scolding me for being on my phone.

What can I say? Guess you rubbed off on me.

Jamie?

I shouldn't have emailed Braxton.

I just...

I wanted to help so badly that I ignored your wishes because...

I thought I knew better.

I'm really sorry.

Thank you.

But you should know...

it was Braxton who called...

...offering me my job back.

And I know you want to say I told you so, so badly.

No! You got your job back. That's what's important.

Actually, it's not.

I heard what you said in your speech. You're right.

I don't let people in.

It's easy for me to pretend not to care...

than to show people that I do.

I care about you a lot, Halle. I do, a lot.

And I know you have Mr. Perfect waiting for you, but...

I had to tell you,

I want to throw my hand in the ring.

Hat.

You would throw your hat into the ring.

I don't wear hats. That makes no sense.

- But throwing your hand does? - Will you stop? I'm trying to ask you out.

- You are? - Yeah.

Well... good.

'Cause I would like that a lot.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

On one condition.

Anything.

- Make me dinner first? - Hmm.

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