A/N: More story comin' up for ya! I'm putting in a Twilight Zone reference – see if you can catch it! Hint: it's in the last scene. Sorry if it seems shorter.

[Setting: Max & Leo's Office…]

Was it something he said?

Max wondered why Wade had been so weird around him since their conversation at the Schubert. She'd been more sheepish than usual.

And where was that Glimmer Stareagles girl? They could really use someone like her in their shows, though Roger would probably quit. He could definitely hold a grudge. But who was she really? He hadn't heard anything from her or Elliot St. James since the Choreographer's Ball, not that he expected to.

There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Max called, hoping it was Wade only so he could find out what was going on.

"Hold me, touch me!" An old woman called playfully.

Oy, Max thought, suppressing a groan as he opened the door.

[Setting: Same, about three minutes later…]

Wade didn't really understand part of the script and neither did Marc. Maybe that was because they didn't speak German.

Were they supposed to speak German in the play or was that section just written in a different language because Franz forgot what he was doing momentarily and forgot to change it afterwards?

She was going to ask Max what the point was, but she also just really wanted to talk to him. She gently knocked on the door.

"I'm a little busy!" Max called, sounding like he was in distress.

"Are you in trouble, Max?" Wade yelled, barging into the office, but all she found was an old lady on top of Max.

"Give it to me, well-hung, give it to me!" She moaned as he struggled to get away.

Wade wasn't even going to ask.

Suddenly, the lady noticed her. "Pervert!" She yelled, waving her purse in the air and heading towards Wade.

"Listen, lady, I don't want any trouble and—ow!"

[Setting: Same, about twenty minutes later…]

"Okay, I'm going to ask you again." Max looked down at Wade. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." She replied.

"What's seven times seven?"

"Forty-nine, why?"

"Just to make sure you don't have a concussion."

"I don't have a concussion."

"You just received an old lady ass-kicking. I would think you'd be somewhat hurt."

"I'm fine, just a couple of bruises. Anyways, I was wondering if you would…" She paused.

"If I would what?" Max repeated.

"If you would…" She and Marc would just ask Franz. That could wait. "Join me for dinner tonight. I've been trying to practice my cooking, since I'm not great at it. Roger and Carmen said I can use their kitchen if I don't blow it up. You and Leo and Ulla can come."

"Sure." He nodded.

"Great." Now she'd have to explain all of that to Roger and Carmen.

[Setting: The Living Room of Renowned Theatrical Director Roger DeBris's Elegant Upper East Side Townhouse On a Starry Saturday Night in June (I couldn't resist).]

"So what are we eating tonight?" Leo asked hungrily.

"I'm just going for something simple, since I'm just practicing." Wade explained. "So just pasta."

"Well, at least it's probably not going to be bad." Max shrugged.

Leo picked up a book as Wade shuffled into the kitchen. "I'm going to read this in the meantime." He announced.

"You have fun with that." Marc nodded at him. He moved over to Carmen. "So how has Carmen Ghia been since we last met?"

Carmen smiled and began to talk. He was so engaged, however, that he didn't notice Marc stroking his hand.

Thankfully, Roger didn't notice either. "What are you reading, Leo?" He asked.

"This book is called…" He checked the cover. "Preparing for a Nice Gathering. Sounds like one of those Agatha Christie mystery books where everyone dies. Suspenseful."

"What's it about?"

"It's about…" Leo flipped through the book and his expression turned to one of horror. "This book, it's…it's…"

"Hey, has anyone seen—" Wade burst into the room from the kitchen.

"It's a cookbook!" Leo screamed.

"Found it." She plucked it from his quivering hands and headed back.

"Seriously?" Max raised an eyebrow at Leo.

"Ulla vill leave you silly boys and go help Vade!" Ulla giggled, heading into the kitchen.

Wade noticed her soon enough. "Oh, hi, Ulla. What are you doing?"

"Can Ulla help Vade cook?" Ulla asked.

"Oh, um, Ulla can help Wade cook." She nodded as Ulla picked up a pot and started making more pasta. "So what's it like being married to Leo Bloom?"

"Oh, Leo is a big sveetie."

"Vhy—um, why did you decide to get married?"

"He vouldn't do it unless ve got married." Ulla blushed.

Wade just stared back at her. "What a schmuck." She scoffed after a while.

"Vhat about you? Are you in love?"

"Nobody yet. My brother was fortunate enough to find Carmen."

"Ulla thinks your friend Marc likes Carmen."

"Well, Ulla is very right, but you can't tell him or Roger. Marc will kill me."

Ulla giggled. She suddenly stepped back to make way for a tall, butch woman who Wade knew well.

"Hi, Shirley." She managed a smile.

"Wade." Shirley Markowitz nodded, greeting her in her low, gruff voice. "Ulla." Then she winked and left.

"That was just too random." Wade shook her head.

Ulla laughed.