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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.
Byebye.

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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