Chelsea quietly sat down at the square table in Pierre's house. She looked around, not finding anything else to do. The entire place was pretty much just a big kitchen, a table, and a separate room; probably a bedroom. Chelsea tapped her fingers impatiently-it had almost been a half hour. She got up and walked over to the kitchen, where she saw Pierre beaming proudly. "Ah, Chelsea! I've just finished. Help me carry these to the table, if you will." He grabbed three dishes with rounded tops over them, and began toward the table.

"Uhm, okay," Chelsea said as she picked up a few more plates. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Pierre fumbling around with the dishes. Then he toppled over, unable to balance the food in his arms. A huge crash made Chelsea put back the plates and run over to the sound. "Pierre! Are...are you okay?" He was quite a mess; the dishes were spilt all over him and one of the metal tops rested over his face. He suddenly sat up straight and shook out his hair, which was covered in spaghetti sauce and noodles. Chelsea couldn't help but stifle a giggle, he looked just like a little boy. His face was red and scrunched up as if he were about to cry. Chelsea smiled and helped him up and began to pull lettuce leaves off of the young man.

"Ahem! That's quite enough!" Pierre snapped. He fixed his top hat and brushed himself off, still covered with various types of food. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must go wash off." Pierre tried to stand up tall as he walked away, but he was still a good few inches shorter than Chelsea.

"I was only trying to help..."Chelsea mumbled as he walked away. Then she turned her head, stood up and walked out. That was rude of him, she thought angrily. Her stomach growled, and she walked over to the diner. "Hey, Nick," she called, walking over to the front counter. "Can I have some Curry Noodles?"

"Course, Chels." He walked back into the kitchen, leaving her alone at the counter. She smiled when Lily walked in and sat down next to her. Lily was one of her good friends on the islands, ever since she arrived. She could never dress casually; always the long red kimono with the fancy bead things in her hair and the long gloves.

"Goood afternoon, Chelsea," Lily said. "How are you today?" Nick stuck his head out of the kitchen door, and Lily ordered some exotic thing Chelsea had never heard of.

"All right, I guess," Chelsea sighed, then folded her arms. "It's that stupid new kid. He's a jerk!" Lily sat and listened carefully while Chelsea told her what happened. Then she opened her eyes.

"Chelsea-have you ever considered that you were overreacting?" She asked. "I understand that was rude of him, but he has an enormous sense of pride. He hates it when people help him, trust me, the same sort of thing happened when I met him. But he's new here, maybe you should give him a break?"

Chelsea growled. "Lily! How could you take his side?" She turned away and Lily groaned.

"Really, Chelsea, you two could be twins. Neither one wants to admit they're wrong." Her black eyes wandered over to Chelsea, who was still sitting there with her arms folded. Lily laughed, and Chelsea whipped her head around. "Oh no, it's nothing," Lily smirked. "You are definately right, no doubt about it. This is completely his problem and in no way involves you. No ma'am, you are NOT overreacting." Nick brought out her foreign tea, which Lily took a sip of and left, carrying it with her. Chelsea calmly ate her noodles, which gave her time to think. When she finished, she reached in her pocket to pay Nick-but it was empty. Then she reached in her other pocket, but it was also empty.

"Crap," she muttered. Then she looked up at Nick apologetically. "I-"

"I'll pay for it," a voice called from across the diner. Pierre walked up to the counter and placed some money on the table. Then he lowered his head and turned to Chelsea. "I-I'm sorry...I shouldn't have snapped at you. You were only trying to help, and I yelled at you..." His hat covered his face, but Chelsea could see his purple eyes looking at her.

"No, no, I'm sorry," Chelsea said. "I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. You were trying to cook me lunch!" She looked at the little chef; all his pride had disappeared and had been replaced with shame.

"Chelsea?" Pierre asked innocently. She turned to meet his gaze. "W-would you like to come back tomorrow night? I can make you dinner," He stuttered, his face turning red furiously. Chelsea was shocked by his kind offer, but happy nonetheless.

"Oh, sure," Chelsea replied, smiling at the young man's shyness. He had only invited to cook dinner for her, yet he could barely speak. His eyes brightened and he beamed widely.

"Okay, then! See you tomorrow!" Pierre practically hopped out of the restaurant, his blonde locks bouncing behind him. Talk about a mood change, Chelsea thought. In the corner, Lanna and Denny were talking. Or you could say, Lanna was talking and Denny was listening. The diner was actually quite crowded this evening; Will was in the far left corner, and Eliza and Charlie were in the lower right corner. They were so cute together, Chelsea thought. Then she decided to go home because it had been a long day.