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I cannot wait to see you pop in there.

You're gonna jump so high,
and don't forget,

you can put
as many stickers as you want

on your crown or sword.

And the fairy godmother
will be here soon.

She's gonna wanna see epic designs.

She might even have prizes.

Ah! These cupcakes look delicious.

Hey, quit ogling my cake pops.

Check out that uncle
who's been checking you out.

- Oh, yeah.
- Really?

- Yeah.
- He is not my type.

Liar. I even noticed him.

- He's a total zaddy.
- O-okay.

Listen, maybe my fairy godmother

put me under an immunity spell.

Like I have the opposite of beer goggles.

Kind of like, "I've shut myself
off from love prematurely",

"and it's a tragedy" goggles?

Okay, you saw what I went
through in two years

- on the apps.
- Yeah, I know.

Dating apps, they suck cake pops,

but that doesn't mean
you should lock yourself away

in a castle, princess.

Speaking of, where is
our fairy godmother?

She was supposed to
be here 15 minutes ago.

We are about to reach peak sugar high.

It's about to be Lord of
the Flies - Birthday Edition.

Phew! No kidding.

Is that her?

No. It's my mother.

Ugh! You know what? You deal
with the Evil Queen.

I'm gonna chase down
that fairy godmother.

Good luck. Mom. I'm in
the middle of a job right now.

Your sister says
you haven't called back

- about the baby shower scene.
- I will.

I've just been a little busy
with this birthday party.

This shower needs to be special.

It's my first grandchild,
and given how much.

Stella's complaining about pregnancy,

- it might be my only one.
- I could have kids someday.

Without dating?
Tell me more about that plan.

Look, mom, I will
call her. Have a little faith.

- I know how to throw parties.
- Oh!

Speaking of which, I booked

a meeting for you tomorrow

- with Barbara Fallon.
- Who?

You can't book meetings
for me without talking...

Sweetie, I think you
can do so much better

than birthday parties and baby showers.

Barbara's on the City Arts Council.

- Very influential.
- Mom...

It's time you took your
business into something more.

Reach further and higher.

I'll e-mail you her info. Ciao.

Great.

Daddy, daddy, the lady said
I'm gonna have three husbands.

- I'm so lucky.
- Uh-huh.

Why is the ghost of Lizzie Borden

haunting our birthday party?

Oh. It's Madame Morgana.

She's a psychic. Very much alive.

And somehow I'm not reassured.

Well, there's some sort of
mix up with the booking agency.

Kids were reaching
sugar high feral stage.

So desperate times.

How long till the Chatterjees
demand a refund?

Oh, it's going great.

They're all asking her
about first grade drama.

They love it.

I see triumph at the school events.

- Perhaps a spelling bee?
- I guess it makes sense.

I mean, all this psychic stuff

is just another fairy tale anyway.

Hey, your girl happens to be a believer.

- Right, of course.
- And Morgana already offered

to throw in a reading for us.

- Oh, I don't wanna read it.
- Hey, come on.

- Do it for me, sugar.
- Hmm.

Now you sound like
one of the boys on the apps.

Gross.

Gemma Bradley.

- I've been waiting.
- Hi.

Thank you so much
for everything you did today

making up stories for
all those sticky children.

I don't need a reading, but thank you.

But the fates have much to tell you.

All due respect, I
don't think that they do,

or that the universe has a plan.

Hm. Nonetheless,

great changes are coming for you.

What if I told you

the fates have decreed that true love

is just over the horizon?

Then I would tell you that
that's a great way

to get people to pay for readings.

Hm.

And yet this reading is free.

No? Please.

Okay.

In work and in family

paths diverge before you...

Currents pull you in false direction.

You must learn to
listen to your own truth.

I see you have abandoned
your search for a partner.

You have decided true love
is not meant for you,

but the yearning for it persists.

Oh...

It is a source of great pain for you.

Bullseye.

Okay.

So what are the fates have
to say about this mystery man?

Can they offer up
any identifying features?

Mmm...

Mmm, they do not reveal any,

but this does not mean that directions

are unclear.

Endure one more bad date,

then you will find
the connection you seek.

So how bad are we talking here?

Awkward? Small talk?

Like food poisoning?
The great Chicago fire?

No, no, no, no, no.

Fate will send signs.

A flock of blackbirds

a crimson tides,

and the golden stallion.

When you see all these things,

you will know you are
keeping to the right path.

Ah.

What do you think, Gem?

Thanks, fate, but I'm good.

- Hey, come on.
- No way.

She laid out your entire
destiny. It's awesome.

Despite Madame Morgana,

I do think the party was a royal success.

I'm definitely gonna
share photos when I have

my meeting with the counselor tomorrow.

You know, it's interesting
to know that your mom

is now our third business partner.

Okay, look, this woman is in charge

of the vendor list in the city.

Mom thinks it will help introduce us

to higher profile clients.

Okay, but what do you think?

I think it's good to grow

as long as we keep doing things
we love the Sugar Pea way.

Ohh! Mmm. I know.

I'll get your mom to book you
a date, then you'll go.

I am not going on a date

for my mother or for some crazy lady

who dresses like her husband
perished at sea

and plays with a crystal ball.

Yeah, I liked Morgana.
I'm apparently due

for a hot new girlfriend any minute.

Oh! Go ahead, get your hopes up.

You're not the one who went on over

100 terrible dates in the last two years.

Mostly one and done disasters.

Oh, I know that was really tough for you.

Ah, tough? No. Try soul crushing.

I mean, men treat dating like shopping.

They show up in
their TV watching crusties,

see if you're bang able,
if you're not, they leave,

and if you are, they still ghost you.

Ah! I just want someone,

anyone, to take an interest in me.

I'm losing hope and it feels terrible.

Oh, sweetie.

Well, what if you didn't have to
go back to the dating apps?

What if I found you your last bad date?

You do not give up, do you?

No, because I love you

and I desperately wanna
prove you wrong.

And I also kind of sort of already booked

your last bad date.

- Helen!
- Okay.

- Remember Calvin?
- Um...

Helen-obsessed-college-ex-Calvin?

Yeah, that's the one. So,
he works with this guy, Nick.

Now, Nick's a generally decent guy,

but he gives off
a terrible first impression.

And he's been in this tailspin
since his last bad breakup.

Oh, wow. This sounds so promising.

Exactly, so he's gonna meet you tonight

at 7:00 at a dive bar.

Okay, great. Just keeps getting better.

Mmm-hm, it's one last bad date

to clear the path for true love.

I mean, it's worth a shot, no?

Fate, do your worst.

All right. It's way too early
for a postmortem.

- What happened?
- Fate did her worst.

Brauny, douchebag or mansplainer?

Worst. No show. Forty minutes
late, so I'm leaving.

What? No, you can't leave.
Fate doesn't do loopholes.

All right, no, no, no,
I'm going back to things

I can believe in. Okay?

Sweatpants, falafel and Drag Race.

No, no, no, Gemma, don't leave.

Love you. I'll see you. Goodnight.

No. Stay there.

Fate will send signs to guide you.

Look for a flock of black birds.

Gemma?

Can't deny it.

Someone usually comes by, but I guess

we're gonna have to
go up to the bar to order.

Hello, I'm Nick. It's so nice to meet you.

I'm so sorry I was 40 minutes late.

I couldn't make it because...

It was a really bad day. Okay?

That's it?

- That's...
- Excuse me. Can I get a scotch?

- Faster?
- Sure. Can I get you something?

I'll have a glass of the house cab, please.

Sorry, man.

Sorry if this isn't your jam.

It's close to my work.

Is that why you're so dressed up?

You got me.

Feel better?

It was a joke.

Oop! I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault.
Sorry you have to work in this.

Look at that.

You do know how to say the word sorry.

It's funny, when I heard party planner

I was expecting a terminally
perky Rachael Ray type,

all rainbow arches and vision boards.

And I was expecting an art snob
with poor social skills

who's still hung up on his ex.

I'm not a snob, but the rest tracks.

Why are you even here?

I lost a coin toss to Calvin.

Says I gotta get back on the horse.

This is a no-stakes re-entry
into dating, which means

you're my bad pancake.

You really know how to flatter a girl.

Is that why you're here? Flattery?

Good thing it's not. Uh...

It's a long story, but basically
you're a bad pancake too.

Well, to finding something in common.

And that's my limit.

Hey, buddy.

So sorry, man.

You gotta stop drinking.

A crimson tide...

Excuse me?

Unbelievable.

What an absolute waste.

And what a jerk.

This is the worst night of my life.

A golden stallion...

Huh. I saw the signs.

- Wonder what I win?
- Miss, are you okay?

Oh, my gosh. Hey, um, um,
y-y-you need to sit down here.

- Oh, look at that.
- It's okay.

Sit down. Right, right there. Okay.

Um...

Ambulance, please, yeah, yeah,

there's-there's a woman here
th-there-there was an accident

and then she-she-she is to be
bleeding profusely.

Um, she-she also seems to be in shock.

Oh, no, no, no. This is
just cheapo house cab.

She-she might have
a concussion of-of some sort.

- No, no, no, look, that's not...
- What? No...

Yeah, that's, yeah, that's
definitely cheap wine.

Okay. Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry.

You can cancel the ambulance.

Um...

- I'm Enzo.
- Hi, I'm Gemma.

Nice to meet you.

I'm glad you're okay.

Me too.

About you, I mean.

Um, you want me to move it?

I mean, that car is not going anywhere.

And can I just get you a tow
and give you a ride?

You don't have to do that.

Look, you can get on the phone
with your friends,

talk the entire ride home.

All my friends are gigantic
bouncers who hold grudges.

And that's fine.

Look, I just wanna
make sure you're safe.

I am hopeful that your car
won't smell like wine

for the rest of time.

I'm sure it'll be okay.

This looks like it's you. Hey, hold on.

Please don't tell me I'm dropping you off

at your office at this hour.

No, no, no, no, no.

I built an apartment upstairs.

Makes for an easy commute.

Thank you for the ride. It was very kind.

Uh, part kind part guilt, to be honest.

You know, there is a possibility

that I was driving a little bit faster

than I should have been.

But I mean, I was coming
from the airport.

I was actually out in Mumbai
on business for about a month.

Uh, jet lag's tough,

makes you loopy and
is hell on the reflexes.

Uh, in the spirit of honesty,

it was less jet lag, more tacos. Yeah.

- Tacos?
- Well, yeah.

I mean, you try eating nothing,
but curry for four weeks.

I was desperate for a cochinita
pibil from Mariana's,

which was an only mile away
and about to close.

- Hold on... What?
- I'm sorry.

It's just, you were starting
to seem a little too perfect.

It's reassuring to know you're
just a goober with the munchies.

Okay, hold on a sec. Look, these
aren't just any type of tacos.

These are like life-changing tacos.

- Okay? Yeah.
- Excuse me.

Is it weird if I say
it was nice to meet you?

Maybe a little. Mostly charming.

- Night, Gemma.
- Goodnight.

We've been doing events together
for the last two years,

although we did open our
storefront earlier this year.

We do specialize in smaller,
more uniquely themed events.

Guessing there's not a huge demand

for vampire parties in
the government space.

Uh, I can't see the mayor sipping

a bloody Mina from a skull.

No.

But my mother may have
misrepresented

exactly what it is I do.

She would like me to
throw parties that she likes.

Your mother's a very persuasive person.

Like if Dracula wore cashmere cardi.

Your work is creative with
a wonderful attention to detail.

But, uh, I work in a reserved arena.

I do think Sugar Pea could do
more traditional events.

I'm not sure my stakeholders

would know how to use you effectively.

- I'm sorry.
- I understand.

I do know of one upcoming benefit

that you might be right for.

A more out-of-the-box opportunity.

The museum is fundraising
for a children's program.

- Oh, that sounds great.
- At the very least

it'll get your mother off our backs.

Let me introduce you to the project lead.

Today? Normally, I like to go in
with ideas ready to pitch.

I'll let him know that I sprung it on you.

Don't worry. He's a real doll.

And there he is now.

What luck!

Uh-uh, Nick!

Oh, my goodness. What happened?

Would you believe
that I got into a bar fight?

I would not. Not in a million years.

Nice try though.

Oh, so much for my tough guy image.

Gemma Bradley, Nick Cowan.

Pleasure. I'm sure.

Gemma's a very
talented event planner.

Hm. You don't say.

I think she'd be perfect
for your upcoming art benefit.

Then, uh, I just sprung it on her.

So go easy.

Now I'll leave you two to it.

Thanks, Barb.

So glad you think this is funny.

Well, it's kind of funny. Objectively.

No. This is my business
you're laughing about. Okay?

You know, first you ruin my night,

then you ruin my favorite dress,
then you ruin my car.

Wait, what did I do to your car?

And now, there is no way
I can take this job

if it involves working with you.

- What? That's...
- I cannot believe.

Gemma, hold on.
I was a monster last night.

But it doesn't mean you have to
walk away from this contract.

Look, I'm a professional,

but I don't see any way
to make this work.

Well, you know, admittedly,
it's a little weird,

but doesn't it feel like a sign?

Did Helen tell you to say that?

All I wanted was to apologize,
and then, like magic,

you show up in my office.

You think this is magic?

- Dude, you need help.
- But it feels like fate.

You wouldn't know fate if it
punched you in your other eye.

Which, by the way, you deserve.

Okay.

You have got to be kidding me.

I mean, the bad date couldn't
have gone that bad.

He got you flowers.

I take it you didn't read the card?

Of course not. We live in a society.

I didn't wanna risk reading
any weird sex stuff.

They are apology flowers from Nick

because the date was so, so bad.

And now, he wants us to work with him.

"Bad pancake. Good client.

Please reconsider the job. Nick.

PS, I have your look book."

By the way, not just
a bad pancake, bad date,

terrible date, worst date
in the history of time ever.

And I made you do it.

I'm the worst friend alive.

Actually, you might have been right.

You and Madame Morgana.

Okay. Well, I take that back.

I'm the best friend ever.

A handsome jet-setting hero.

This is unreal.

He was so attentive,
and had actual manners.

But I didn't invite him in
because stranger danger.

I mean, he's not technically a stranger.

He's the dream guy
chosen for you by fate.

It's a good thing you don't date men.

Do you really think it could be true?

Yeah, I really, really, really do.

Oh...

Is this what you do at work?

Mom? Hi.

What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood.

- Coffee?
- Oh, yeah.

You know, thanks for the java, Leslie.

Yeah, I've got some cookies to bake,

if you'll excuse me.

Hi.

She should have her hair up
if she's working in the kitchen.

Are you friends with
the health inspector too?

If she's doing desserts
for Stella's shower,

I want that hair up.

I will mention it.

Did Stella tell you
we settled on a theme?

Hm. I don't like the
storybook garden idea.

- We're reconsidering.
- Shocker.

But what I really wanna know

is how your meeting with Barbara went?

Ah, so you weren't
just in the neighborhood.

She was very impressed by you.

I know you're not getting
on the approved vendors list,

but these opportunities
are very important.

You should make
the most of that connection

she made for you with that art museum.

I'm not really sure that's
gonna be possible.

I suggested law school like your sister,

but you insisted on
making a go of events.

I am making a go of events.

But if you wanna get
anywhere as an entrepreneur,

you need ambition,

the ability to seize
the right opportunities.

Stella's made partner

and has a husband precisely
because of her ambition.

Uh...

Says Gemma Bradley.

I didn't order anything.

Who do you know from Club Avena?

What's Club Avena?

Oh, it's one of those
members-only places

like the Soho House.

It costs a fortune to get in.

- Super exclusive...
- Tacos.

Would you forget you ordered tacos?

"Enjoy. I'd love to hear what you thought

over dinner tonight at my club. On me.

Please feel free to bring a guest. Enzo."

Enzo owns Club Avena?

Can someone fill me in?

Prince Charming just sent Cinderella

the invitation to the ball.

Sounds like an opportunity.

It sure does.

You know, that man certainly
has excellent timing.

Sending that care package
at exactly the right minute

it would most impress your mom.

- Legendary.
- Maybe it was fate.

Don't make fun of fate when
she's so clearly on your side.

What do you think?

Yeah.

- Yeah, you are wearing that.
- I don't know.

It's not too much?
I feel a little self-conscious.

Are you kidding me?
It's, it's just butterflies.

You know, little butterflies full of hope.

Butterflies?

Maybe it's chickens,

giant chickens filled with wisdom

that said, "Stay home."

No, no, you're not staying home.

You're going out.

It's just really hard to put
myself back out there again.

Oh, I know, but you're doing it.

- Am I?
- Yeah, you really are.

And, hey, would it help to remember that

doubting yourself
is kind of your specialty?

Yes. Okay, so let me get this straight.

Don't listen to mom,
don't listen to my gut,

but do listen to Helen.

Yeah, of course...
But like, no, not just Helen.

- Oh?
- I mean, also listen to fate.

Let's see if the universe will
keep her promises.

- Cheers.
- It's gonna be fun.

This dress, i-it's not right.

I feel half naked.

And Enzo is not even here.

He'll be here. He wanted you here.

He extended a pity invite. He felt badly

for the hot mess
and a crappy compact sedan.

He made an effort to ask you out.

He offered to comp me a meal.

For all he knew, I could have
showed up with a boyfriend.

Well then, he's being thoughtful.

You know, sending you
an opening. No pressure.

He is trying to bribe me
not to file an insurance claim.

He's not interested in me.
He's just playing defense.

You know, it's so weird
because I can see

your pretty little mouth moving,

but all I'm hearing is your mother's voice.

- I can't, I can't do this.
- Yes, you can.

- Okay. Back away slowly.
- No, no, no.

- Come on. Helen, go...
- Is that him?

- We gotta go.
- Ah.

Is he an underwear model?

Can you please make him
an underwear model?

Vamonos! This is our last chance.

Enzo.

Gemma!

Ah, Gemma, you look so good.

I'm so glad you came.

Thanks for having us.

So I took the liberty of
preparing a special tasty menu

with our chef.

I know that Helen's culinary
standards are exceptional.

I mean, I'm not gonna deny it,
but how do you know that?

Well, Gemma told me
you two met in culinary school.

She loves you for your Crème Brûlée.

- You remembered.
- Oh, my God.

He's so amazing.

All right, um, well, I'll
leave you two to your meal.

Duty calls. I'll check in later.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

I made the same face that night
he got out of the car.

It's like a real life Prince Charming.

Who wears actual pants
without elastic at the ankles.

And listens.

To the fact that he is real.

And then somehow, miraculously,
the stars introduced you.

So, how was the meal?

Incredible.

Are you off the clock or
can you join us for coffee?

Well, I don't wanna impose. Gemma?

Please.

Um... You know what?

Do you mind if I head back
to the kitchen?

I-I've got a technique question
to ask a chef

about those amazing lemon tarts.

Oh, yeah, by all means.
She loves to talk shop.

All right.

- So what's this?
- It's my disastrous brain dump

- defacing your beautiful table.
- I didn't say that.

I-I'm just taking notes for
other parties and events.

I keep trying to go digital,
but I don't know.

Pen and paper works better for me.

Yeah. You're creative.

My dad was an artist.

I just like parties and throwing them.

You ever think of doing anything bigger,

like corporate events or fundraisers?

Um, we are slowly expanding.

Actually, the art museum

wants us to do a fundraiser
for the children's program.

Oh, wow. That's pretty
impressive on the client list.

Yeah. I don't know.

There's some... challenges that...

Specifically personnel challenges.

Well, you know what
I say about challenges?

You're nothing more than opportunities

- in wolf's clothing.
- What are you?

A club owner or a philosopher?

Look, running a club is less poetry,

more management.

And I take pride in making sure
that everything runs precisely.

Hm, it's very impressive.

Okay, now it's my turn.

Why a club?

Well,

well, back in college

my friends and I wanted another place

to hang out rather than
the dorm or Greek row.

I mean, okay.

Promise not to judge me
for being a nepo baby.

You just fed us dinner.

I'm pretty sure the guillotine
can stay in the closet.

Okay, well, parents have money,

and, you know, one thing led to another

- and it just snowballed.
- But you made it happen.

We're actually thinking about
expanding internationally,

which is why I was out in Mumbai.

You know, that chef of yours
is very talented.

I might have a new
best friend. Sorry, Gems.

Well, come back when
she has a tartar on the menu.

You might propose to her.

Uh, you know what?

I hate to dine and dash,

but I've gotta go let my dog out.

So, uh, thanks for an incredible evening.

Yeah, absolutely.
Thanks for joining.

Gem, you, uh, ready to go or...

I can make sure she gets home.

You do have a proven track record.

Great.

Awesome. Fantastic.

You kids have fun.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- It's for you.
- Thank you.

And this is also for you.

Wow, so thoughtful.

Wow!

This whole big shining city

and you managed to crash
into my little rust bucket.

Yeah, well, I guess
I've always been the lucky guy.

You know, it's been a long time

since I had a night this amazing.

Well, I bet we can make it even better.

- And it was perfect.
- Ah, swoon.

- So when's your next date?
- Uh, no, it was too perfect.

I'm not counting on another one.

Great. How was
your last vacation, Gemma?

Too perfect. How was your last
gig, Gemma? Too perfect.

Do you realize how ridiculous
you sound?

Okay, but I am excellent
at parties and vacations.

My track record of dating
horror shows cannot be denied.

- I mean, look at Nick.
- Uh, Nick was a necessary evil.

Unless fate put them in your path

to lead to the museum job.

Uh, that was not very kind of her.

Nick is the biggest strike
against doing the museum job.

Mmm.

It would be impressive in our portfolio.

- Impressive to who?
- Uh!

"I thought you should have a notebook

worthy of all your clever ideas.

I want to see you again soon. Enzo."

Oh, Helen and
the universe were right again.

Uh! You know what? You should
write that in your notebook.

Helen and the universe were right again.

- Gemma. Hey.
- Hi.

Don't sound so surprised
that I showed up.

Oh, I did hold your look book hostage.

Your work is worth taking
a risk on, for the museum.

Is it okay to admit I don't
actually get modern art?

"Getting it" is for snobs and gatekeepers.

It either moves you or doesn't.
That's what I think matters.

Here. I'll show you
some of my other stuff.

Okay...

This

this I understand.

It's, it's beautiful.

Yeah.

Hey, um,

before we start the meeting part,

I'd like to clear the air, explain...

Why you turned into Mr. Hyde
and punched a shortstop.

Yeah.

I've been working for
over a year on a program

to provide free art classes

for kids that don't get those
chances. Kids like I was.

That morning a board member
decided to kill it

to fund a private donor lounge.

Sorry.

- That sucks.
- Yeah.

And then Calvin springs you on me.

And I've had a... bit of
a hard time since a break up,

so I was not into dating at all.

But then Calvin said something
poetic and feminist

about getting back on the horse.

Yeah, he also wouldn't
give me your number

so I couldn't chicken out.

And then the daughter of a VIP
shows up right at closing,

looking for backgrounds
for her viral dance videos.

And she follows the perfect
angle right into an installation

made of hundreds of glass vials
of a colored paint.

- They broke?
- Six figures of damage...

I am coated in paint,

so I show up wearing my spare
gym clothes and a mood.

Of course.

And then you seemed angry.

I was.

Fair enough.

Truce, then?

Truce.

Now I just need your help
scouting locations

for my viral dance videos.

Right this way, ma'am.

I can't actually dance.

Neither can I.

I want the event to be accessible.

It's gotta be fun, like your
free youth program is gonna be.

Yes, because our benefits can be
so stuffy and this is not that.

Great. So not elitist, not formal.

- Our whole mood is creative joy.
- Yes.

- Can we do family friendly?
- Yes.

We'll make it playful, interactive.

A party that gets people talking about art

sets the whole program off
with the bang.

Okay.

I'm gonna go noodle this
for a couple of days

and then come back
and pitch you some ideas.

- Sound good?
- Sounds good.

You know, I'm so glad that Barbara

threw this idea for this.

It's gonna be fantastic.

Oh, and do not forget your look book.

Uh, can you imagine?

Gemma, long time no see!

Calvin, I am not a horse.

- Guess she's still mad.
- At you.

It was supposed to be a bad date.

That was the mandate Helen gave me.

And I always do what Helen says.

Well, we're past you two in
your codependent shenanigans

because Gemma is doing
the art class fundraiser.

Hang on, I need a minute
to turn that into an innuendo.

How about fundraiser-
I-hardly-know-her?

Stop. It's professional.

She is the right person for the job.

Nick, do I detect a smile?

I only vaguely remember your smile

from before your ass got dumped.

It's totally professional.

Mmm.

Oh, please, not the coin.
The coin never lies.

Can Gemma help Nick get over
his busted up little heart?

Oh, look at that. Yes!

I'm not into her.

I... I'm not into her.

Enzo, hi.

Hey, so I was wondering,

would you happen to
own any blue formal wear?

Uh, I don't think I own any formal wear.

Unless a prom dress from 2008
counts. What if it's fit?

Well, I have a buddy, he's hosting

a blue party tonight and, you know,

just to celebrate/mourn turning 40.

But I would love for you to join.

But he is a bit hardcore

when it comes to the dress code.

- I think I have to rain check.
- No problem.

I'm sorry. I have a

tomorrow and I really...

Enzo? Hello?

What was that?

Did-did you just say
"rain check" to the dream guy?

I'm pretty sure he just hung up on me.

I mean, he's building an empire, Gems.

Quit trying to find clouds
in your silver lining.

Is that even a saying?

You tempt fate when you doubt her.

Anyway...

I present the cookie creator's palette.

The guests can ice and
eat their own masterpieces.

Oh, this is so fun.

I would have loved this when I was a kid.

I love it now.

Hey, get your hands off of there.

This is for Nick, the client.

- Lucky him.
- Mmm.

So, where are we gonna do this?

- The boardroom?
- Oh, I got something way better.

Wow!

- This is amazing.
- I know, right?

It's the best for brainstorming.

Okay, here's my pitch,
in all-ages art benefit

for donors and their kids or grandkids.

We'll have a number of different stations

where they can practice
different techniques.

Um, screen printing, collage, sculpture.

I know a lot of different
artists you could use.

Okay, great. I'd also like to
add a few interactive pieces

that could serve as focal
points, conversation starters.

We could auction them off
as part of the fundraiser.

Oh, that's genius.

I officially approve this fantastic plan.

Oh, I'm so glad you get it.

Yeah, I-I have a folder full of portfolios

from Young Artist Intensives.

I'll throw them on a flash drive,

and you can decide which ones you like.

- Perfect.
- All right.

I'll go get it for you.

I don't have any flash drives.

I stole the last one yesterday.

You've gotta stop sneaking in here

and get away from Susan's desk.

You're late for the weekly regroup.

Right. Got a little
caught up with Gemma.

She's throwing us an art carnival.

- How cool is that?
- Mmm...

Our lonely, emotionally
constipated hero, Lord Cowan

seems rather changed

after a turnabout the gardens

with our plucky heroine, Miss Bradley.

Will her refreshing candor
turn his world upside down?

You, sir, are no Jane Austen.

Oh!

Gemma's not your ex.

I don't think she's critical,

and I don't think that
she's gonna have an affair

and kick you out of your own apartment.

Are you trying to motivate me?

Because you're terrible at this.

Universe, should Nick
take a chance on Gemma?

Mmm...

Mmm, yes.

Oui! See. The coin never lies.

We don't even know if she's single.

Trust yourself, buddy. You know
what to do. Just like the coin.

What do you think?

Meh!

Sorry, I know that's not a
stirring intellectual response.

I don't know. Do you love it?

I guess I love all kinds of art.

Even if it doesn't speak to my
heart, I try to appreciate

that it's saying something. I mean, sure.

It's why I do what I do.

You know, on our terrible, horrible date

I thought you were really closed off.

But you're really not.

Do I have to tell
you my bad day story again?

No, no, not at all. I forgave you.

God, yes, really. I don't want
you thinking that I'm that guy.

Or that I'm somehow
being fake with you.

I don't think you're fake.

Just maybe, a puzzle

like algae art.

Mm, I don't know, do you ever worry if

you're too open with people right up front

that you might get your heart broken?

Mm-hmm, yeah. That I understand.

I should go, I've got
a long night of research

ahead of me for a sweet 16.

- What's the theme?
- Audrey Hepburn.

I'm gonna watch Roman Holiday.

Okay, a little less famous,

but promise me you will watch Charade.

Oh, I don't know that one.

I have a minor obsession
with 60s caper movies.

It's one of the best. You will love it.

I'll try and find it. Talk soon?

Yeah.

Hey, look what just came for you.

What is it?

Check it out.

It's a Luroe.

What?

Oh, Gemma.

It's like you're dating sexy Santa.

- I told him I couldn't go.
- Yeah.

Because you said you
didn't have a blue dress.

He took care of that for you.

No, because I have to work.

Or at least I tried to say that
before he hung up on me.

Emma, he wants to see you.

How are we framing this
as anything less than a win?

Nice car.

Wow, I'm, I'm speechless.

You better think of some
sort of compliment 'cause...

- Hey.
- Hi.

Thanks for coming
out last night and then staying.

I was tempted to slip into the
kitchen with the event staff.

You run with a very intimidating crowd.

Hey, don't leave yet. It's still early.

I have so much work to do.

- Mmm. For the art museum thing?
- You remembered.

Okay, stop acting surprised
when I remember things.

- It's a fundraiser, right?
- Mm-hmm.

We're gonna put the fun in fundraiser.

An art carnival.

We're gonna make it, mmm, playful

and interactive and a little silly.

Mmm. Wow, that's um... different.

Good different or bad different?

Okay, um, do you
want my honest opinion?

'Cause, well, you're the professional.

I don't wanna step on any toes.

I always want honesty.

Well, when it comes
to companies, you know,

I think the most important thing
is their image.

You know, like what do people think

when they hear your name?

- You mean branding?
- Yeah, exactly.

And I know a lot of those
museum donor types.

My father used to be on their board.

They don't just open their
wallet up for fun or silly.

You know, they want elegant,

sophisticated, world-class culture.

- That's not my usual skill set.
- Yeah, but it's in you.

You can really build something amazing.

You're so full of possibilities.

Coffee, need.

- Morning, sunshine.
- Mmm.

I don't know how that machine works.

You're always the first one here.

- How was the blue party?
- It was wild.

I don't know how Enzo
does it every night.

And his friends too.

I mean, one night they're partying in Ibiza

then meeting investors in Dubai,

then location scouting in Bangkok.

Sounds exhausting.

Oh, I did meet these
two influencer sisters,

Kiki and Vivian.
They have 1.8 million followers,

which they told me within like
10 seconds of meeting them.

But we are doing their next fan event

for some dietary supplement.

Uh, influencers?

I thought we didn't do
corporate or placement stuff.

Well, Enzo told everyone I was a
very exclusive high-end planner.

He made me feel like
I could do anything.

He got you into bed, didn't he?

Yo, hey, hey.

Seems like someone had
quite the evening.

Uh, by the way, seems
like someone else did too.

On today's runway, Helen is
giving us walk of shame chic.

Yeah, yeah.

- Who?
- The chef from Club Avena.

Wow. Madame Morgana strikes again.

Yeah.

DVDs and popcorn?

Nick, so sweet.

Hey, hey.

Gemma. Uh, do we have a meeting or...?

No, I was just dropping off
some contracts with admin,

so I thought I'd pop by.

Thank you so much for dropping
off those movies.

Right, yes, I had a dinner.
Your place was on the way.

It was no big deal.

Still, that was really thoughtful.

Uh, do you need anything else or?

Uh, yes, yeah, I was hoping

we could talk a little bit more
about the benefit.

I'm starting to wonder if
I'm not catering to your donors.

Right, well, if you have to make
adjustments, you go right ahead.

Okay, I was thinking maybe we need to

tone down the aesthetic a little bit.

Okay, I don't need details.
That's why I hired you, so.

Uh, but if you'll excuse me,
I actually have a meeting

that I'm late for, so...

Uh-oh.

You're back in your blue period?

She's dating Enzo Agnolotti.

Son of the real estate douchebag?

The guy who basically led our board too.

- Yep.
- Wow!

Nick, something about Gemma

got you out of the misery bath
you've been soaking in.

Yeah, it's 'cause, uh,
she makes things brighter.

It's like a wash of color
goes over the world

every time she walks in the room.

Then maybe you don't need
to be so all or nothing

about having her in your life.

I'm not going to ask her out
when she has a boyfriend.

No, but you also don't
need to shrink back

into your fortress of sadness.

She hasn't asked you not to talk to her.

So... maybe the future

holds something for
the two of you anyway.

Ooh...

That's a good sign.

Hi.

Last time you forgot a book,
I made you come to the museum.

Thank you, I needed this.
I swear, I never forget things.

This is just too big to fit in my bag.

Well, yeah, sure.

You know, I was a little worried that

I'd done something wrong, you know,

when I stopped by earlier today.

You didn't, at all.

Anyway, I'll see you around.

You know, I was just watching
Paris When It Sizzles,

and I love it.

Really? Nah, what do you love about it?

Oh, it's got a whole mood, like

no one was sober when they made it.

You may very well be
right about that.

You wouldn't wanna stay and
finish it with me, would you?

Mais oui, mademoiselle.

Entrez.

Come in, come in.
Um, I kept your flowers alive.

- Hey, nice work.
- Can I get you wine, red, white?

- Whatever you're drinking.
- Okay.

Um, so tell me,

where did this love affair
with 60s capers begin?

Uh, my parents split up
when I was in grade school.

There was a lot of yelling,
but I had a TV in my room

and endless reruns,
and I found I could get lost

in a technicolor fever dream
whenever I needed, so...

I'm so sorry that happened to you.

- Sorry for over sharing.
- No, not at all.

You know, you're a bit of
a hepper in yourself,

in terms of getting a guy
to let his guard down.

I think genre novels were
my drug of choice.

Stephen King practically
raised me after my dad died.

Oh, man, how old were you?

Twelve, it was hard
'cause he was the person

I felt most like in the world.

- Hm. But you still miss him?
- Mm-hmm, yeah.

My mom and sister, they love me,
but... they make me feel like

I'm from another planet. A failing one.

Okay, first of all,
they could not be more wrong,

because you are incredible
and one of a kind.

Thank you so much,
that, that means a lot

coming from someone who
is also one of a kind.

You know what, I have got to
figure out what happened

to pickled William Holden
before it gets too late.

No spoilers.

Wouldn't dare.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I should, uh, probably go.

Oh!

Oh!

What's happening? You know...

I'm gonna grab a drink.

Can you get me a glass
of water too please?

What are you doing
in my apartment?

What are you doing?

I gave you all you needed
to find your happy ending.

- Why are you ruining it?
- I didn't mean to.

Disrespecting the will of the fates

brings terrible consequences.

What?

What is it?

I had a crazy nightmare.

Are-are-are you, you all right?

Yeah, I think it's time for you to go.

What happened?

It was good, I mean it's good,
I'm good, it's all good.

Yeah, uh... You should leave.

Okay, I guess I'll-I'll see you later then.

See you soon. Bye-bye,
have a good night.

What the hell?

I just, I feel like I'm waffling
on the tone a little bit.

There's a version of this party
that's very fun and bright

and kid-friendly,
but then there's also a version

that's a little more
elegant and culture-forward.

People can get casual
and kid-friendly anywhere.

That's what fast food joints are for.

Okay, that is exactly what I do not want.

I'm sure that's not what Barbara
would want either.

Distinguish yourself as someone

who can throw a beautiful,
seamless affair

- and you'll never lack work.
- Point for Enzo.

I mentioned his name
and club to your sister.

- I thought she'd faint.
- Oh, really?

She and Steve have been trying
to get into that club

for a year or so. She's desperate.

Maybe I can put in a good word.

Hey, mom, can I ask you a question

that I'm pretty sure I already
know the answer to?

Do you believe in fate or soulmates?

Your father was my soulmate.

That's not what I thought you
were gonna say at all.

And really, really romantic.

Oh, it's much deeper than romance.

Your dad wasn't some
pre-ordained perfect match.

It's something we made

as we built our lives together

over years and years.

That's when he became my soulmate.

You need to keep your heart open

because sometimes love comes
in unexpected shapes.

Like a schlumpy illustrator
who can't balance a checkbook

but is an incredible dad.

Oh!

Don't make me cry.
I just had my lashes done.

Don't they look nice?

Perfect. As always.

Hello?

Tonight?

- Hey, what's up?
- Hey, uh...

I know we're supposed to go
over the final figures

for the event tomorrow, but we're having

a bit of an emergency, yeah.

Can you meet later? Like seven?

Um, yes, but I'm gonna be downtown.

- Um, that's fine.
- I already have plans...

Just send me the address, okay?

- Okay.
- Thanks.

So I know we talked about catering,

but I wasn't anticipating
the vendor playing hardball.

So these are our final numbers.

Uh, where do I initial?

Right here.

Thanks. There you go.

Thank you so much
for meeting me here.

I really appreciate it.

Yeah.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

- How you doing?
- Good.

Want to introduce me to the guy
I've been sharing

my girlfriend with
for the past few months?

Yeah, of course.
Enzo, this is Nick.

It's nice to put a face to the name.

We have met,
actually, at the museum.

Right, yes, uh...

Your dad was on our board.

Oh, right. Yeah.

Yeah, that was during
my mother's philanthropy phase.

Yeah, I'm sure Old Pops
was a-a real treat.

- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, um, that reminds me.

Kiki and Viv are upstairs right now.

They're shooting on the roof,
and they're gonna

wanna talk to you
about the supplement event.

Great, I can pitch them
my soda fountain cocktails.

Yeah, they weren't too, uh,
thrilled about that idea.

You told them about that?

Yeah, one of them said
it was too high-cal,

and the other one said
it was just kind of weird.

Okay, back to the drawing board.

Look, just stay on brand, okay?

Nothing that's too over the top
or draws attention to itself.

Got it. I'll check out the competition

and let that guide me.

You got this.
Rick, good seeing you again.

Yeah.

Really didn't sound like you.

- What doesn't?
- Any of it.

Maybe I don't know you
the way I thought I did.

I don't remember asking for your opinion.

Hmm.

Okay, well, I think we're done here.

If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna
go spend time with my boyfriend.

- What time is it?
- Sorry!

It's about three hours
after we went to bed.

But I've got my load in today
for the benefit.

- You're coming, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, yeah, of course.
Wouldn't missed it.

I'm actually feeling a little nervous.

I could really use a.

Pep talk, if you got one.

Okay, keep coming, keep coming.

A little further. Nice work, thank you.

Excellent, great, you can leave it there.

Make sure the legs are really sturdy.

I'm gonna go take a look at
the canapés, but remember,

nothing comes out until
10 minutes before.

Okay, who put the pie
next to the shrimp?

Just take this pie out and... Ooh!

Someone's been too busy with her
fresh new girlfriend

to iron out all the pesky details.

Gemma is the one who had
a personality transplant

and changed this entire concept.

Luckily for her, no one handles
a crisis like the fair Helen.

Uh, the bubbly's here and
the bartender's asking

- where it goes.
- Okay, I'll straighten it out.

W-wait, no, no, not there!
Look, just give me this!

Uh! No, no, just put them on ice, yeah!

Never seen Helen flustered before.

She'll forgive me, I think.

Listen, I hope this isn't too weird to say,

but I'm really glad you
gave Nick another chance.

Oh, Nick and I, we're just friends.

You ever help your bestie
through a bad breakup?

Yeah, yeah, sucks.

My best friend had his heart ripped out,

stomped on, and then chopped up
into tiny pieces.

And then those tiny pieces
were flung into a volcano.

Whatever you two are,

he's been so much
happier since you came along.

So I'm simply asking you to
take care with him.

He deserves that much.

Hey, there you are.

Ooh, right, usually if it's
just a work disaster,

you power through. What's
going on? You need to talk?

What if I have feelings for Nick?

For Nick?

I thought you were falling for Enzo.

We're always out.
I feel like we never talk.

I feel like I have to project
this image to match his.

Okay, but is he putting
that pressure on you,

or is that your own little
insecurities talking?

I don't know. Maybe it's me,

maybe it's him, maybe it's his friends.

I don't know where it's coming from.

But I just never feel like I'm enough.

Oh, honey, you know,
your self-doubt, she's loud.

And she makes you do insane things,

like throwing out
our excellent party plans

at the very last minute.

Helen, do you really believe
that the universe sent me Enzo?

You know, I, I thought so.

And I don't understand
what I'm feeling for Nick.

This time, you're gonna have
to listen to yourself.

I just don't know what to do.

Let's go with the bigger ones,
but wait until five minutes

before to light them. Thank you.

Gemma?

We need to talk. Now.

When we started, you pitched me

on a vision of what today was
gonna look like.

I loved it. I-I signed off on it.

I thought we were on the same
page, but then I show up

and I don't recognize anything
about what we talked about.

I came to you
and said I was worried about

alienating the donors,
and you said, make adjustments.

Yeah, adjustments.

Don't take the entire concept,
throw it away

and turn into something
that we both hate.

I'm trying to help you
raise money for your program

by providing an elegant experience.

It's the kids' program, Gemma.

I've been talking up our concept
to donors on calls for weeks.

People are showing up with
their kids expecting fun.

So where is the creative joy
that you promised?

I'm sorry, I was really hoping to

knock this one out of the park,

but when I told Enzo
what we were planning

- he suggested...
- Wait...

Why did you consult him?

Because he's been around stuff
like this his entire life,

and he has an excellent taste
in branding and style.

Right.

Enzo is boring.

You get that, right? He's all surface.

You take away the club and the looks.

He's just a basic bro who goes
to the same version

of the same party every single night,

and honestly, I wouldn't care.

But he's making you boring too.

Look, I understand that I screwed up,

but that doesn't mean
you get to be a jerk.

I'm trying to be honest.
I hated seeing how you were

trying to fit into his
pretentious, soulless club,

because you are better
than that, Gemma.

You're special. It's why I hired you,

and it is why I fell in love with you.

I didn't mean to say that.

Does that mean you don't feel it?

I didn't mean to say it during a fight.

This wasn't supposed
to go like this.

Do you know why I went out
with you in the first place?

Because a psychic told me to.

She said I had to endure one
last bad date.

Yeah, but we got past that, right?

No, she told me to look for specific signs,

and then I would find true love.

And five minutes after you
decided to start a bar brawl,

I saw all the signs.
And then there was Enzo.

And he was everything I'd ever wanted.

Wow. Ouch.

Except i-it wasn't right.

I mean, you were just supposed
to be an obstacle,

one last bump on the road
to happily ever after.

I'm sorry, I'm an obstacle?

No, no, that's not,
that's not what I meant.

Okay, I'll tell you what, I will
remove the obstacle for you,

because after tonight,
you never have to see me again.

No, Nick. Nick!

It's like she knows.

- Hello, Gemma?
- I can't talk right now.

Your sister says you switched
the shower back to your idea.

Why? You didn't ask my approval.

Because you don't approve of anything.

I don't think I like your tone.

I'm calling a meeting for the three of us.

A shower summit to settle it.

Mom, I'm in the middle
of a crisis right now.

Oh, what? Did little Becky's
cake not show up on time?

Today is the day of my benefit.

The biggest day of
my professional career.

The thing you pushed me to do your way.

And you should be grateful
and happy to take my call.

No, because you just wanted me to do it

so that it would make you look good.

- It was never about me.
- That is not fair.

I keep doing all these things
to make other people happy.

You, Enzo, even Helen.

And none of it's working.

Everyone's still mad at me.

Are you on something?

I think I'm on
the right track. Finally.

The only thing I know how to do
today is to do it my way.

And I'm gonna do
Stella's shower my way too.

So if you don't like that, you
can hire another party planner.

I ruined the benefit.

We're going back to my original vision.

- We are? Yes!
- Yep.

- I love this press.
- I have a crazy plan to fix it.

If we can just pull it off in time.

Just tell me what you need.

From the bottom of my heart,
thank you so much

for coming on such short notice.

I owe each and every one of you.

So before we get started,

does everybody have
their marching orders?

- Yes.
- Okay.

We only have a little bit of
time before the doors open.

So let's get set up.

You might not wanna get
within striking distance.

- What did I do?
- You sent me on a disaster date.

You told me repeatedly, "Take a chance."

Now I've been
emotionally disemboweled.

My event is a complete disaster.

And I still have five hours of
fake smiling to do

before I can drown myself
in a bottle of scotch.

I think you need to come
take a look at your party.

You gonna tell her
it's a great party?

I gotta go talk to some donors.

Nick?

Mom? Hi. What?

What are you doing here?

I called Barbara and she got me a ticket.

I wanted to see what you've
been working so hard on.

What you said on the phone about
me not approving of anything

that's not how I feel.

I only push because I worry about you.

You're so like your dad.

But he was never practical.

That was my job and you don't
have someone to do that.

I can handle things, Mom.

Oh.

You are a creative force.

I always knew you had it in you.

You have no idea

how much it means to hear you say that.

- Gemma, what, what happened?
- What do you mean?

The party?

I thought it was going great.

No, t-this was supposed to be elegant

and refined, sophisticated.

No, this was the vision from the client.

Wait, t-that Nick guy?

Okay.

Look, I understand that you
and Nick seem to have

this little friendship,
this buddy-buddy relationship.

But let me tell you something,
that guy has no taste.

- That's not fair.
- Look, my friends

are about to leave, which
honestly i-is very embarrassing.

I'm not embarrassed. This was my party.

I pitched it. I produced it. I love it.

Look, Gemma, I promise you,

you can do much, much better things.

I don't think we should
see each other anymore.

Oh, why? 'Cause I don't like your party?

Because this isn't about my potential

or people improving me.

This is about me being who I am
and finding people who see that.

Look, Gemma, okay, look, I do see you.

No, you don't, because if you did,

you would know I hate
white cocktail parties.

I love kids parties
and staying in at night.

And I love modern art.

Hey, where have you been?

Whoa, what's going on?

- I broke up with Enzo.
- Oh, Gems.

It's fine. He, he wasn't
into me, not really.

He was into this idea of me.

He-he was just an idea himself,

not even a whole person.

And this whole time, right in
front of me, there was...

Nick.

He won't even talk to me now.

I just, I got so caught up in
all this fate and destiny stuff.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

Gem, where are you going? You!

I have got to file
a savage customer complaint.

The psychic who ruined my life.

You.

Hello, Gemma.
Why don't you have a seat?

I don't want to have a seat.

I wanna know what gives you the right

to mess with people's lives.

And also, where did your accent go?

I know you're angry and I will listen,

but why don't you have a seat.

You'll be a lot more comfortable.

You know, your stupid prophecy

ruined my chance at love.

Actually, before we
get started, do you mind if I

take some of this off?
I'm not really comfortable.

- Sure, knock yourself out.
- Thank you.

- I'm Pamela, by the way.
- You are a fraud, Pamela.

- Then what is it you want?
- An apology and an explanation.

Yeah, I can't do the first, but
I'll take a swing at the second.

The bad date?

Yes, you told me all I had to do

was go through one last bad date

and then I would find true love.

- And did you?
- No.

Well, sort of. Okay, I
followed your script.

I went on one epically bad last date.

And then on my way home,
I met perfect Dreamboat.

Sounds good so far.

Okay, but then I start working

with bad date.

And the more time we spend together,

the closer we get,

I start feeling like maybe he's my person.

But I couldn't see that
because you had convinced me

that perfect Dreamboat was my destiny.

And by the time I figured it out,

it was already too late.

So now I have probably lost
my chance at true love forever,

all because of your dumb prophecy.

Gemma, the message was last
bad date, then true love.

I never said those were
two separate people.

Damn it, Pam.

What if you needed perfect Dreamboat

to teach you that perfect is,
it's just an illusion?

I mean, that is an excellent lesson,

but bad date ended up being true love.

Maybe there's a lesson
in there for you too.

And now I really do have to go

'cause I got some leftover time
to rewatch Gilmore Girls

I really wanna get back to.

Best of luck, Gemma.

I hope you and Nick find
your way back to each other.

Oh.

Hey, Gems. We're, uh,
gonna go axe throwing.

You wanna come let some
aggression out?

- Mm-mm.
- Okay. 'Kay.

Maybe like give me a sense of how long

this whole Miss Havisham
phase is gonna last?

I told you. I'm gonna wallow
for one whole week,

which means you can't guilt me
into wearing hard pants for

52 hours and 13 minutes.

Right? Now what can I do
to support you till then?

Just let me watch Charade.

- No, no.
- What are you doing?

- Look.
- Give me that.

Okay, look, I know that I have
forfeited the right

to give you any more relationship advice.

But if Nick is the person you
know you're meant to be with,

then you need to get up
and go after him.

I have tried calling, texting,
emailing. He won't respond.

I feel like ambushing him
at the office is a no-go.

Hey. Well, look, Gem, you make
a living being creative.

And you're like really, really good at it.

There's gotta be a way for you
to get to Nick.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Helen gave me the key.
I'm not breaking and entering.

I came to return this.

Okay.

Uh, wait, no, that's not what I meant.

Open it.

Did you glue this back together?

Just open it.

Yeah?

I'm not good at this.

I've tried to fight it,
but I can't live without you.

I don't know what you call that, but...

Right?

It looks like it's going really well.

All the kids seem really engaged.

They do, don't they?

All the feedback we've
got was so positive.

We are funded until the end of the year,

but we might need another cardboard.

Oh, well, you gotta book now?

Sugar Pea's running out
of free weekends.

- And you guys are in demand.
- Yes, it turns out that

weird, wild and creative
is lots of people's brands.

We are doing a Zombie Bar Mitzvah,

a Coachella quinceañera,

and a Pig Roast Luau slash
Celebration of Life.

That has gotta be enough to
keep your mom off your back.

Uh, she's responsible
for half of our sales.

I'm not even kidding.

You gonna start giving her
a commission?

She'd be worth it.

Man, I love this.

I could watch them do it all day.

And I love you.

I love you too.

Excuse me, there are minors present.

All right.

- Any spring rolls left?
- Uh, nope.

Just a fortune cookie.

- Nope. Definitely not.
- No way.

Oh, look at that.
Nicely done, my friend.

What?