-1Song: "A Girl Worth Fighting For"

Original Movie: Mulan

Naveen

He was not really sure what the squabble was about. All he knew was that when he went into the kitchen of Tiana's palace, Tiana was throwing chocolate powder at her sous chef, and she was covered in flour. As Naveen watched, transfixed, the fight escalated, and suddenly both were throwing eggs, batter, anything they could get their hands on. Naveen decided to intervene when he saw Tiana's hand inch towards the meat cleaver.

"What is all this? What is going on?"

"He's been stealing my recipes!" Tiana pointed at the sous chef accusingly. "The café down a block from here has been sellin' my beignets and I know he's the one that sold them my recipe!"

"Calm down, calm down," Naveen hugged her, but scooted the cleaver out of her reach while she was distracted. "How do you know it was him?"

"Yeah! What proof do you have?"

"Your sister works there, and she flat out told me herself. 'Just business', she said…just business indeed, I've half a mind to --" she shook her fist at the other chef, but Naveen grabbed it and kissed it. "No, Naveen, let me go, I'm gonna go teach him a lesson, ain't no way I can just let this go…"

"Why do we not just fire him?" Naveen suggested.

"No need. I quit!" The man said dramatically, throwing his apron to the floor. "Good luck with her, buddy. Learn how to control your woman."

"He did not just say that about me," Tiana hissed, once more trying to reach for the man.

"Tiana, I am begging you to calm down. Please, allow me to handle this in the gentlemanly and polite way."

Tiana calmed down, but she openly glared at the chef. "Fine," she said through clenched teeth, "Go be polite and nice to him, not that he deserves it. I suppose it's better to be diplomatic anyways, but…he just made me so angry. That's my signature dish!"

"I understand…" Naveen agreed. "Could I have a word?" He said to the chef.

"Yeah, sure…"

"You must come closer, I do not wish her to hear…"

"Yeah, she is a bit of a psycho, might overreact to what you're saying," the man agreed, coming closer. When he was close enough, Naveen grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him closer, his face mere inches away from the other man's.

"Listen, you little worm, that is my wife you just said those horrible things to. She has poured her heart and soul into this place, and into that recipe you so casually stole from her. If you do not tell your sister to stop making my Tiana's beignets…" Naveen's smile was almost maniacal, "I will personally see to it that you are hurt. Very badly."

"And what are you going to do to me, Princey?" The man snorted.

"My father insisted I take boxing lessons, to keep myself fit. I doubt you wish to see my talents for yourself. Are we in an understanding?"

"Whatever…"

"Now, apologize to my wife. Now," Naveen hissed the last word.

"Fine, fine…" The man spoke up now. "Miss Tiana, I'm sorry. My sister will stop making your beignets. I'll leave you folks alone now."

Naveen considered something momentarily. Before Tiana or the man realized what was going on, Naveen had punched him out, with just one blow. "Naveen! What was that for? He apologized!"

"Yes, but he hurt you, and I'm not certain he meant his apology…this will ensure that he stays with our agreement."

Tiana sighed. "You didn't' want me to attack him, and then you did? Were you coming to my rescue?"

"Of course not. You do not need me to fight your battles for you, you are more than capable…but sometimes, I like to handle them myself. Is that all right?"

Tiana smiled, and kissed him. "I think it's wonderful."