Later that evening, during the height of The Queen's Dish's dinner service, Chef Ramsey shows up with Kena in tow.

"Everyone," he grinned as if he'd just won the lottery, "this is the-"

"Say another word, make some big announcement, and I'm leaving." That shut him up. The two stood glaring at each other until the restaurant owner started talking to Ramsey, his eyes never leaving his bride.

"Chef Ramsey, I thought you were supposed to be convincing my wife to work here. But she seems more determined than ever not to."

"I'm here to convince you that what you want from your wife simply isn't possible."

"Get out," Tyr said in an angry tone.

"You don't want him to leave," the woman said, sounding just as angry.

"And why is that?"

"Because if he leaves, I'm going too. And I'm not coming back." His eyes widened in disbelief and maybe a little jealousy, but he finally nodded.

"Kena, when are you going to accept the fact that you belong to me?"

"That doesn't make me your property. I'm not your slave," she snapped back furiously. Both Ramsey and Anasazi noted that she hadn't denied his ownership of her, just protested the type of ownership.

"Of course you're not my slave," Tyr cooed, coming close to her. She backed away towards the chef and his eyes narrowed.

"Then why are you-"

"Are you the owner of this place?" one of the patrons asked in a coy tone, running her hands over his broad shoulders.

"I'm talking to my wife," he said growled, pulling her hands off of him.

"Oh, but she doesn't seem to want to talk to you right now. I can talk all night," she said with a sly wink. Her two friends giggled, looking up at him through their eyelashes.

"This was a bad idea, chef. Let's go. We can come back when his adoring fans aren't-"

"Ladies," the chef said. "You know that you're flirting with a married man?"

"Obviously not happily married," Jennifer said without looking at the man addressing her. "He might be on the market soon. I'm just getting my bid in early."

"I'm not interested," Tyr said growled again. He backed away when she went to touch him again. "Keep your hands off me or I will have the police escort you from the building."

"Oh, don't be like that," she wheedled, still trying to convince him. "You and I, we can-"

"Shall I call the cops now? You are sexually harassing me and I don't have to take it."

"What are you, gay?" she shrieked, starting to draw attention to herself.

"No, I'm married."

"To that ugly, frigid shrew?" the woman continued. The tables closest to her were starting to stare and murmur. "She's not worth your devotion."

"And yet she has it," Tyr said over her bile, taking her by the upper arm. "Leave my establishment. You and your friends are no longer welcome here."

"Hey, we paid for our food just like everyone else. I have a constitutional right to call her-"

"Obviously you've been drinking too much. This is private property and I will not have you insulting my wife in my place of business. Leave. Now."

"You're nothing but a faggot," she growled as she stumbled in his bruising grip. "I wouldn't want to eat your faggot food anyway!" Her entourage, not as drunk as Jennifer, tried to shush her and apologized to the cameras before they left.

"Tyr, Kena, with me," Chef Ramsey said with authority in his voice. The couple followed him to the office, where Kena's lip curled.

"What are we doing in this filthy, disgusting-"

"I want you to clean it," the chef told her.

"I'm sorry, what?" she blinked. Tyr blinked as well. Gordon turned to the restaurant owner with a look of contempt on his face.

"You have yet to give me a straight answer about what you want your wife to do in your restaurant. I have tried her cooking skills and while they are good, they are not at a chef's level. This room is what I can think of next that she might be able to do. The receipts need filing and all this paperwork should be put away. You have all these filing cabinets, are you even using them?"

"They were a gift from my parents when I opened this restaurant. I just haven't gotten around to-"

"Then it's time someone got around to it. Tyr, you can't expect her to just jump into your business and do nothing. Human beings need purpose in their lives. She finds purpose in nursing, in helping others. Just because you can't find meaning in her purpose, doesn't make her purpose any less important than yours. Now let's go. Too many of us will only make the work more difficult. Mekena, I leave this room to you. Just do the best you can, okay?"

"Chef, I don't think-"

"You said you were going to trust me," he said with an encouraging nod.

"Fine," she sat down in the one chair in the room, eyeing the piles of paperwork warily. Chef Ramsey closed the door on her and turned to face her jealous husband.

"How the hell did you get her to trust you?"

"The same way you did when you married her. Never mind how you've betrayed that trust over the years." He goes to walk away with that barb at Tyr's trustworthiness ringing in his ears, but the business owner stops him with a hand on his arm.

"You'd better not be trying to win my girl away from me, Ramsey. I don't care-"

"If Little Kena were anything to me, it would be a daughter. She's caring and smart and she deserves better than what you've given her. No, I'm not after your woman. I'm happily married to my own love. Married with five kids." He glared at the younger man, who released his arm.

"I'm… sorry. I just get a little crazy and jealous when it comes to Mekena."

"You know, it's a good thing that Kena is so faithful, cause you'd likely end up in jail from your jealousy. I've never seen two people more in love and bent on hurting each other. I swear…" Ramsey grumbles in frustration as he walks away. Anasazi looks unsure about leaving his wife with the paperwork, but then a customer service issue his floor manager can't handle comes up and he's forced to walk away.

No one sees Kena for the rest of the night. When Tyr goes to check on her, he finds the door locked from the inside and since the room has no windows, he's unable to see what's going on. Early the next morning Ramsey finds Tyr pounding on the door.

"She didn't come home last night, Chef!"

"Don't you have a key?" Tyr looks sheepish as he fishes the key out of his pocket. The man opens the door and can't believe what he sees. Every scrap of paper is gone. The piles are now filed in the filing cabinets, which are clearly labeled by year, date, and service. Tyr can't believe it; three years of neglect all fixed in a single night! The girl herself is fast asleep at the desk, looking undisturbed by the two men staring at her in awe.

"Bliss… Bliss, wake up. You did it!"

"Leav'm lone," she mumbles in her sleep. Tyr chuckles and places the back of his hand against her cheek. The woman snuggles against it, slowly coming awake. There's a look of painful longing on his face as she pulls away from him.

"Stop hurting her and you could have that look all the time," Ramsey said in an undertone. Tyr growled at the multi-Michelin starred chef, but couldn't deny the point. He had hurt her. Badly. And on multiple occasions.

"Good morning, Chef," she stretched with a groan. Tyr's eyes flashed as she refused to acknowledge him.

"Good morning Bliss," he purred at her. She shivered, but still refused to acknowledge him, making him frown.

"What do you think of the room, Chef? I filed everything by year and service. I-"

"Good morning Bliss."

"-didn't think it would do any good to go by-"

"Good morning Bliss."

"What do you want?" she snapped at the man.

"Some acknowledgment would be nice," he shrugged, sitting on the edge of the desk. He leaned in, towering over her as she glared up at him. She rolled the chair back and stood up, sending the chair crashing into the desk. He avoided the attack with ease, still with that infernal smirk on his face.

"Morning," she said into the dead silence of the room, voice oozing threat and loathing. Then she turned back to Chef Ramsey and her entire countenance lightened. "It took me until four in the morning to get everything squared away, and by then I wasn't really fit to drive, so I decided to spend the night here."

"I appreciate your efforts," Tyr smiled at her.

"I didn't do any of this for you," she snarled without turning to face him. Tyr blinked, looking surprised at her venom after only two hours of sleep.

"You've done well, Kena. This place looks absolutely fucking amazing," Ramsey praised her. "Go home and get some sleep; I have something else in mind for you tonight. In the meantime, I'm going to have a nice, long chat with your husband." She flinched at the word, causing Tyr to frown.

"No matter what's going on between us, you're still my wife, Bliss." She simply glowered at him and left the building. "She's sure in a sour mood."

"I would be too if I had the misfortune of being your wife."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked as the morning deliveries started arriving.

"It means that you and I need to have a heart to heart about what it means to be a husband." As he talked, he started unpacking the deliveries for the early afternoon service.

"Stay out of my marriage," he warned the chef, pulling out a bag of radishes..

"Too late for that," Ramsey said. "You put me smack dab in the middle of your marriage when you lied to get me here. And if you don't want your wife to leave you, you should probably listen to what I have to say."

"I already told you, Kena would never-"

"Listen, you sad sod! Kena is a good woman. Good women don't stick around forever to be abused by millionaire playboys like you!"

"I haven't so much as looked at another woman since I met Kena. I'm not-"

"But you were. And Kena hasn't forgotten. She's just looking for an excuse to walk away from you and let you get back to your playboy ways."

"There are no 'playboy ways' left in me," he sighed. "She changed all that when I met her. You have to understand that I was set in my ways when I met her. I never meant to fall in love, but something about the way she treated me brought down all my defenses."

"How did she treat you?" Ramsey asked in fascination.

"Like a person. I'm sure you've noticed that women - and sometimes men - tend to notice my muscles before anything else about me. She saw my fear, my pain, and she refused to let my attractiveness stop her from treating me like a person. It's what made me fall in love with her."

"She still believes that you lost a bet," the chef said in a flat tone. "That she's not attractive enough to hold your interest. I mean, if it's so easy for you to cut her off, then there must be something wrong with her, right?"

"Cutting her off was one of the hardest things I've ever done. But she needs to be working here with me."

"Doing what, Tyr? This thing, this war of yours makes no sense. You don't want her to cook, you have plenty of servers. There's no reason for her to be here. It's not going to improve your business any and all it would do is kill her inside."

"Kena is my wife. My wife belongs by my side as I work-"

"That's the caveman you talking. You going to drag her by her hair back to your cave?"

"She's my wife!"

"She's also her own person! Tyr, you can't expect her to give up everything she is just to be your wife. This is the twenty-first century and it just isn't enough anymore. People are multifaceted and they need an outlet for that. For Kena, the restaurant isn't enough."

"What would be enough for her?" he asked in a bitter tone.

"I don't know. Have you asked her? Without forcing your agenda on her?" Tyr looked mulish but shook his head. "That's why she doesn't smile for you. I mean, that's the real issue here, isn't it? She treats everyone around you like a person, but you only get her scorn."

"She should only smile for me!" Tyr exploded. "She used to smile for me all the time. I just want her… I just want her to smile for me, one more time."

"She's not dead, Tyr. I can see how this is tearing you apart, but you've got to let her go. You're holding onto her so tightly that all she can think about is escaping. If you truly love her as much as you say you do, you've got to let her go."

"And what if she doesn't come back once I let her go?" he said in an uncomfortable voice after a long stretch of silence.

"At least she'll have the option of whether or not she wants to come back. Right now you're not giving her the choice and it's driving her away. Keep it up and you won't have the choice anymore. She'll take it away from you altogether."

"I don't want her to nurse anymore-"

"And she wants to nurse. So, where does that leave you?"

"The unit that she works on is very busy. It's killing her to be there. I just think she'd be happier here."

"She won't. She once accused you of being as stubborn as the Rock of Gibraltar, but I think you both are that stubborn."

"Look, chef. I know that you're trying to help and all, but this isn't your problem to fix. I'm her husband, it's my job to protect her."

"And I'm telling you; in a healthy marriage, you protect each other. She doesn't want to be squirreled away, safe and secure. She wants to experience life her way, something that she can't do hiding from her true calling. It would be the same if she was trying to force you to go to nursing school to keep you close to her. It's not fair. It wouldn't be fair or right of her to do that to you. The difference between the two of you; she understands this. You still don't seem to get it."

"No, I get it. It's just-"

"No, you don't get it," Chef Ramsey said, his voice stern as he prepared the food for the upcoming service. "And I can tell that you don't get it because you're already planning your next assault against her. Stop fighting her and let her live her life. You say you want her to smile for you; that's the way to get her smile back."

The two work in silence after that, prepping for the mid-morning rush. Candace and Danny came in early to help prep and the work went smoothly.

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You go, Kena! I know that the usual formula for these kinds of shows is that the person fails at the take assigned to them, but Makena is an overachiever. She won't let herself fail. It's not that she can't do these tasks, it's that she doesn't want to do these tasks. We'll just have to wait and see what the Chef has planned for them next.

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