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Hey Appa.

Janet.

Have to take care of big spill.

What happened?

So crazy story.

Mommy come in to store,
with a two kid.

One kid crying, one kid
running around.

Then, mommy try to stop
running around kid,

but crying kids is crying

because he lose a bouncy ball.

- Poor little guy.
- But we find the bouncy ball

Then crying kid stop crying

and start bounce bouncy ball.

And it knocked over a drink.

No. Then other customer come in.

Big customer.

And try to squeeze by
bouncy ball kid,

running kid who stop
running and upset mommy...

So the big guy spilled it.

No, because mommy is so upset
with the kid,

she carry down aisle to
cash, arm, leg everywhere.

So that's when the...

Yobo! That's your
Coke Zero that you spill.

Doesn't matter who spill,

what matter is I clean up now.

Thanks, Appa.

Would be easier
if you clean up yourself.

You think so,
but I tell you why it's not.

One time, old man customer
is walk in store.

And he moving so slowly.

Almost.

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So, tomorrow I have
to be there by 12:00.

They say root canal
only take hour or so.

Then you pick me up
maybe two o'clock, yeah?

Well, someone pick you up.

I promise Mrs. Lee I drive
church group to sale

at Pickering Town Centre.

You go shopping on the
day of my root canal?

No, your dentist move root
canal to day I go shopping.

So short notice, Mrs. Lee
can't find other driver.

But I can't drive after surgery.

I know,

so I make arrangement
for you to get pick up.

Not Janet. She bad driver.

You bad passenger.

Either way, bad combo.

No, Jung.

He say he can do.

He wants to do.

You okay with that?

Yeah, no problem.

Unless Zara outlet don't
have pant in my size,

then big problem.

- Oh. Hey.
- Hey!

You're probably looking for Jung...

- Yeah.
- He'll be back any minute.

Small mix up with our take out food.

I thought we should just eat it, but

he's the one with the
allergies, so...

- Maybe I'll just come back another time...
- No, no, no, no, no.

Come in.
We gotta get our girl gab on.

Okay.

So, how was your weekend?

Good. I don't know why I said that.

This job I was supposed to do
fell through last minute.

Well, if it's any consolation,

my weekend wasn't great either.

Check out this guy.

Middens, he's a monster,
but I love him.

Emergency gall bladder surgery.
Poor thing.

Oh, that's too bad.

He and Snowball are really
gettin' up there.

So I was thinking, it might
be time to...

Put 'em down. I hear ya.

No! Get their portraits done.

God, does he look that bad?

No!

He's adorable.

Right? And at the perfect age
for pics.

- How old are they?
- No idea. They're rescues. But...

they're never going to look better.

Sounds good.

So you'll do it?

Oh. Me? Um...

Well, they're closed now.
So let's just

eat whoever's food this is.

And if there's
pine nuts inside, well,

I guess we'll know soon enough.

Look who's here.

Oh, hey.

And Janet's going to do
a photo shoot of the cats.

Yeah, I mean, maybe...

And I'd pay you, of course.

Unless, oh, my God.

Do you even take cat photos?
Or have I just totally insulted you?

Of course not. She loves
the photography stuff.

We can forget it.

No, no. I'd be happy to photograph...

- Middens.
- And Snowball.

This is gonna be great.
You and me and cats...

It's perfect. Or should I say

purr-fect?

'Cause... cats.

Do you wanna stay for food?

Shannon and I can keep it PG
for a bit.

Great meeting you, Mike.

- Talk soon? All right.
- All right.

Well, it wasn't easy, but I think I

just reeled in the Bristow account...

Awesome. Watch this. It's insane.

Normally I'd wait,

let the wasabi seep in more,

but sushi doesn't keep.
Learned that the hard way.

Oh! Oh!

- Okay.
- Whoo! Brain burn.

I mean, it's wasabi.

We should call him Wasabi.

Guys, it's no big deal.

Not for Obi-Wan Wasabi.

It's just Wasabi.

You can't call him Wasabi. It's...

too much like Kimchee.

Shannon's a lot like "Stacie,"
but I got over that.

No, you know, Asian...

spicy food.

My nickname since I was a kid.

That's a nickname? You sign it
on our paycheques.

It's fine. You can be Kimchee
and I'll go back to being T-bag.

What's up Wasabi?

Wasabi! Wasabi!

Wasabi!

Well, I don't know how
we go back to work after that.

Okay.

So, I've stocked all the top shelves.
You good with the rest?

I can always get Wasabi to help me.

- Who's Wasabi?
- Jung,

I paged you like three times.

I thought you were joking.

Some soccer moms are freaking
out about vans for a tournament?

Oh, right. They called earlier.

Can you handle it?
I gotta go pick up my dad.

They're saying you promised
them a baby pink SUV

with a sun roof and six car seats.

Dang. How mandatory are car seats?

You know, I was in a car
seat until I was ten.

Are you bragging or complaining?

Oh, my God.
These pictures are amazing.

Look at Midden's little face.
What a big boy.

So you like that one?

I like that one. The one where
they're pawing at each other,

the yawn,

ooh, the one where they
try to bite your hand.

Awesome.

I'll do some touch-ups, then you
can download them from my site.

Super. And just let me
know what I owe you.

Whatever, we'll figure it out.

Such a cool pad.

Student livin'.
I remember those days.

Oh, yeah. Lots of ramen.

Ugh, I bet.

I ate apples and tuna
for like a year.

I still get cravings in the fall.

And at the aquarium.

I forgot my helmet again.
Like an idiot.

Oh, hi.

This is my roommate, Gerald.

Enchantee.

This is Shannon, Jung's girlfriend.

- Oh.
- And...

His boss, sorry.

- And...
- Right, my latest client, thank you.

And Janet's friend. But whatevs.

Yes. Totally! Buds.

Anyway, I'll send you the link
when they're ready.

Tight. Tight, tight, tight.

Cool. Sounds chill.

Peace out, homies.

Do you think she's headed east?

As requested, the quote
for Bristow's rental fleet.

Great, do you mind if I eat
while we talk?

Didn't know we were talking,
but okay.

I actually made two bowls.

Please, help yourself.

Oh, my God, that smell delicious.

Kimchee made extra. To share.

Amazing! I missed lunch. Had a thing.

It's more for spice lovers,
like Terence and me.

Oh, it's fine.

I like a good peppercorn ranch.

- Chammo...
- Chammo!

It's Korean for "take it."

Like "take the heat."

- Mmm.
- You might want to slow down.

It's fine.

I'm dating a spicy Korean,
if you know what I mean.

Oh, there's some fire.

Maybe Terence should finish it.

Eh, I just ate. And you know,

noodle backwash.

Oh, my God! That's...

Chammo, Shannon. Chammo!

Hey, Wasabs, need your
smokin' signature back here.

On it!

I can make another bowl.

Is there sulphuric acid in this?

Oh, my God.

Water makes it worse.

I realize that now.

And that's the hot water.

My world is fire!

Appa supposed to be here an hour ago.

He should be here. Where is he?

I thought you were picking him up.

I can't do everything, Janet.
I'm very busy.

I ask Jung to do one thing.

Just pick him up. One time...

Oh, my God. Jung is always late.

Don't pick on Jung.

Just because he has
something better to

do than keep his promise to his umma.

So you can criticize Jung,
but I can't?

If you want to pick on someone,
have you own son

who is late.

Hi.

Yobo! I was so worried!

God, it looks like you got
in a fight with a preschooler.

He started it.

- Where is Jung?
- Ooh, pickle chip.

I don't think you can eat
after the dentist.

It's okay. I walk here.

How you get home?

I get a lift from a truck driver.

But then truck driver stop
for everyone.

Drive. Stop. Drive. Stop.
Drive. Stop.

- They're called buses.
- So crowd.

So many stop.

Oh...

And, uh, here is your change.

Okay, see you.

Yobo, you go upstairs now

take off wet clothes, lie down.

Okay. Take.

Who is this belong to?

I tell you who it not
belong to now...

Lucas.

Is this what he's going
to be like when he's older?

Because, yes, please.

There she is...

Hope I'm not shutter-bugging you.

Thought of that one in the car.

It's good.

I just want to say
sorry if that was weird

at your apartment.

What, Gerald asking you for a ride?

No. But, yeah, it was fine.
Once we got his bike in the trunk.

I meant about pressuring
you into the pal zone.

Not at all. We're... total pals.

Sorry I was so brain-dead about it.

Maybe I shouldn't have mixed business

with pleasure.
I mean, you were working.

I guess, but...

Which is why I wanted
to drop by. To say A,

I'm going to go a a little
bit overboard here, and B,

I wanted to show you how much
I appreciate you with this.

I'm taking you for a spa day.

What? Are you serious?

Darn tootin'. The two of us, all day,

gonna peel it, strip it,
rub it, rip it.

Not necessarily in that order.

- I couldn't.
- No, no, please I want to.

Thank you so much.

It's funny you came in, 'cause I

literally just emailed
you the invoice.

Oh.

Unless... you don't mean,
you're paying me with a spa day.

- Do you?
- What? No. No, no, no.

Oh, good.

'Cause a lot of times
people try to pay in favors,

especially when you're starting out.

And thanks, but you can't pay
rent with a gift certificate.

Or eat for a week on a haircut...

Yeah. Wise up, people.

This looks pretty expensive.

Whatever. And again, not a payment.

Just a totally unrelated
fun thing to do with my sista.

Oh...

Ah, there's the invoice.

- Oh, my God, this is good.
- Oh, my God.

So good.

Just a minute.

What? What?

Okay.

You have simple job to pick
up your Appa and you forget?

Whoa. Hey, Umma.

Why can't you do one thing for me?

I help you with food and laundry

and good advice about girl to date.

Thanks for that,
but I didn't forget Appa.

He was gone by the time I got there.

You was late!

He walk home across city.
Anything could happen.

I texted him and he said he was fine.
He sent a thumbs up emoji.

Oh, he was not thumbs up emoji.

What if he get hit by streetcar?

Or kick by police horse?

Or yell at by woman
on lie-down bicycle?

All right, all right.

My bad, I guess.

I think, oh, dentist appointment
so simple, just show up.

Appa is high on dentist drug,
so easy to talk to.

You're right,
I should have checked in with him.

I'll reach out.

Good.

Because you know,

family is most important thing, mm?

Is that a new top?

No.

Hey, hey.

Thanks for all the hard work
this week, guys.

It really paid off.

I was sick three days.

And as a thank you,

the Handy gang is going Indian.

Really? That got me sent home
on Halloween.

That's right, lunch is on me.

- But I brought mine.
- Did Shannon approve this?

This isn't from Handy, my treat.

By the way, the number of
peppers shows how spicy it is.

T-bone, there's a couple of four
pepper jobbies there for ya.

- What do you think, Wasabi?
- Uh...

Think I'll go for the salad.

Seriously, it's on me. Go nuts.

Well, in that case,

- I'll have naan and salad.
- What?

The guy they call Wasabi
is having a salad?

Damn. Wasabi's salad looks good.

- And you can customize it.
- Yeah, that's what sold me.

Come on.

You gotta have the fireball vindaloo.
That's what I'm havin'.

Mmm, sounds like a lot.

I'll go splitsies with ya,
but can we get mild?

- I'm good with that.
- No.

Everyone gets their own meal.

Omar, you get a salad.

Stacie gets butter chicken

and T-Bag and I will get
what we really want.

- Fireball vindaloo.
- But butter chicken's what I brought.

Stacie, just go with it.

- This is amazing.
- I know, so good.

It's funny, when you asked me
to shoot your cats,

I was kind of worried
it would be awkward

because you're dating Jung
or whatever.

But this worked out great.

Oh, it did, didn't it?

Would you like a foot massage
while the mud takes effect?

Sounds good to me.

Is that extra?

Forty dollars.

Yeah, I'll pass.

But you go ahead. Just been kind of

breaking the bank a bit these days.

Bills stacking up. Ugh.

- Adult life, right?
- Uh...

That feels so good.

Oh, that reminds me,
I gotta get to that invoice.

Mmm, no rush.

Just curious, how exactly do you

even come up with a number like that?

Well, there's lots of stuff...

lights... bounce...

- and...
- Lights, bounce and what else?

Is there a problem with the invoice?

No, no, no, no, God, no. No.
Don't even think about the invoice.

We're just two friends relaxing
at the spa. No shop talk.

I just think if we
were really friends,

you wouldn't overcharge me like that.

I gave you a discount.

That was a discount?

Your mud is cracking.

I didn't charge you for
insurance or retouching...

I'm sorry, but Middens and
Snowball hardly need retouching.

Middens has a huge scar.

I told you, emergency
gallbladder surgery!

It's really better
if you don't talk or move.

I guess I just thought pal
zone counted for something.

It does! But I'm a professional.
I deserve to be paid.

Why do you think we're at the spa?

You said this wasn't payment!
I thought we were hanging out.

We are.

Last chance for that foot massage.

I swear to God, Margarite.

Hey, Umma. Appa.

Hi, Jung.

Yobo, look, it's Jung.

See? It's Jung.

- Mmm-hmm.
- I just wanted to pop by.

Wanted to give you this.

For my birthday?

I think you is a few months late.

Yobo, say thank you for nice
present Jung bring for you.

Thank you.

Sorry I was late.

Okay.

Okay.

But not so hard to be on time.

Important thing is, you both sorry.

You know, I was a little bit late,

but the dental office said you'd been

gone for 20 minutes when I got there.

What? You leave early?

I wait, but Jung not there.

- How long I supposed to wait?
- And I texted.

- You sent me a thumbs up.
- Point is,

if you not gonna be on time,

then you shouldn't have say
that you can do it.

Well, I guess next time
I won't offer to help.

Oh, this you help,
then don't bother offer.

I won't! Just you wait!

Oh, I wait because you late.

Enough.

I just want to do church trip,

but two grown men can't
manage one small thing,

so I have to leave early

and miss out on high-waist,
button-fly pants.

Now I'm going upstairs
to try on clothes.

Unless you want to ruin that too!

- Ooh!
- Mmm...

Smells good.

The butter chicken
I brought was better.

Look at this, two spice kings
squaring off in battle.

- Huh?
- This could get heated.

This salad is slayin' it.

Pretty spicy.

I think it could use
a little hot sauce.

Mmm-hmm.

T-bone?

- Sure.
- Yeah, you do.

- Oh, that's hot.
- Seriously?

I think we could take it up a notch.

- I can't. This is like...
- Scotch bonnet?

- Whoo!
- Uh-oh.

Looks like Wasabi
can't take the heat.

Better get you some
noodles and butter.

Are you okay?

About 1:30 or so.

What?

Maybe you should lie down.

Time for dessert.

Maybe some milk.

Grab an arm.

- We should get him to a restaurant.
- I mean, a hospital.

Okay, up.

- What's that?
- It's to cover my half of the spa.

No way.

You did say you're breaking the bank.

It's just...

- Ugh, it's stupid.
- What?

I mean, I wanted us to be more
than a cheap, cash transaction.

Not that you're cheap.

Do you mind? Private conversation.

You didn't have to
hire me to hang out.

I didn't. I thought hanging out
would be fun. But you're this...

hip artiste and I'm just some
skirt suit dating your brother.

- I don't see it like that.
- Right.

If anything, my brother's punching
way above his weight with you.

Whatever. But, yeah.

Definitely.

And maybe we can do
this again sometime.

Really?

You didn't hate it?

- I mean, Margarite was a bit rough.
- I know.

And for the price? We defs
deserve some parting gifts.

Then she say, look dirty so I clean.

Surprise, yeah.

I say, "Not dirt, it's a autograph."

Still, I got an even
crazier Umma story.

So it's Saturday morning.

Umma barges into my room and

let's just say I wasn't alone.

She flip out.

Even her hair was angry.

Oh, I know this hair.
Like Wolverine claw.

You want Wolverine claw?

I show you Wolverine claw.

We'll draw up the contract.
Cross the Ts,

dot the Is, smiley face the Os.

There he is, couldn't have
done it without this guy.

- Sorry I missed the meeting, Mike.
- No problem, Kimmy.

- Kimchee.
- Right.

- Thanks for covering.
- No problem.

- You okay?
- Temporary hearing loss.

It could happen to anyone.

Who eats half a bottle of hot
sauce and a scotch bonnet.

And sorry for being weird
about the wasabi thing.

It's just, my dad named me Kimchee.

Yeah, my parents named me too.

Yeah, but my dad left us.

My dad didn't leave.

But I knew he wanted to

mostly because he kept telling me.

Right, but I barely knew my dad.

The only thing I have left
is this name

and the memory of eating
kimchi together.

So, that's all.

We cool?

I can't stay mad at you.

Especially that I feel so bad
for you after that story.

Right.

I don't even like the name Wasabi.

People don't need to call me that.

Thanks, T-bag.

I don't really like that one either.

Got it, T-bone.

Warmer.

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