Gretchen ran a finger over her healing hand. "Thanks." Ferb nodded and began cleaning up. He looked at her from the corner of his eye as she opened and closed her hand, testing it. Just come out and say it. Come on, old chap, you can do it! Ferb took a breath. "GRETCHEN!" Both of them jumped as the bedroom door flew open. Adyson glared at Gretchen, fuming. "Don't think you're getting out of this today!" She grabbed Gretchen's arm and dragged her out the door. Ferb stood in shock. Sighing heavily, he resumed cleaning. Of course...

Isabella and Candace stepped over to where Phineas was frantically trying to put the final touches together. "I wanted lights here. What do I get? Candles. What good are candles when there's supposed to be lights." He complained as he set too many candles out on the table.

"Phineas, can we talk to you for a moment?" Isabella asked him as Candace started re-setting the tables. "Sure, why not. Today's just a disaster anyhow." He replied and slumped into a chair.

Three delivery trucks pulled up on the side of the road. The drivers got out and stood at the open gate. Adyson was dragging a visibly shaken Gretchen across the yard from the patio. "What do you want!" Adyson demanded of the three men standing at the gate. "Delivery for Fletcher." They replied almost simultaneously. Adyson's grip on Gretchen's arm tightened. "Someone help these people!" She demanded and pulled the shorter girl into the back-yard restaurant.

Phineas and Candace stepped over to the delivery men and signed for:

One: French Vanilla cake.

One Dozen: Floral arrangements.

One: Bouquet roses.

One: Catered dinner for two.

Candace looked over the delivery. "Seems like everything is in order. The restaurant looks good." Phineas growled. "That's the problem. It's good, not perfect. It HAS to be perfect!" He walked over and began pouring over the floor plans on his workbench. Candace followed him. She caught a glimpse of something in his eye, something only she could understand. She saw fear. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. He's not going anywhere." Phineas shrugged away from her hand. "If you're not going to help, I'd appreciate it if you didn't distract me."

Candace looked at the teens scattered around the yard, then grabbed her brother's arm and dragged him into the house. "You're coming with me." She said and Phineas started complaining. "No, I have to..." Candace shoved him through the patio door "Ferb!" She hollered, "Get down here!"

She forced her brother to sit on the couch. "Okay, I sent Mom out for an errand. Now Phineas, define 'perfect' for me." She looked toward the stairs and saw her step-brother standing there. Phineas followed her gaze then sighed. "Perfect: completely flawless." He said. Candace turned to Ferb. "Define 'perfect'." Ferb blinked at her. "'Perfect' is a relative term."

Candace sighed. "See, you both have a totally different perspective of perfection and, for the moment, it has put a divide between you. Can't you just compromise and make the best of both ideas without turning into control freaks." The brothers blinked and glanced at each other. Phineas crossed his arms. "I thought Ferb would appreciate my restaurant idea. After all, it is romantic and..." He was cut off by Ferb's scoff. He sent a glare to his brother. "What?" Ferb leaned against the banister. "Your definition of 'romantic' needs some work. You're completely blind to romance."

Phineas' jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "My definition of 'romantic' needs work? Bro, what do you know about romance?" Ferb took a few steps into the room and placed his hands on the back of a chair. "I know it's not flashy... or loud."

Phineas lept to his feet. "They went to rock concerts for their dates... there's flashy and loud!"

It was as though they shared a brain, both brothers turned to Candace and simultaneously asked the same question. "How romantic is Jeremy?"

Candace clapped her hands together in a romantic trance. "Jeremy is absolutely AMAZING. He takes me out on picnics in the park and lets me watch his band play from backstage and...oh, it's wonderful!" The brother's shook their head as she zoned out. Phineas flung his arm in her direction. "See! A band! Loud!" Ferb crossed his arms. "Jeremy's band isn't loud. Plus she said that he took her on picnics, which are usually quiet, intimate events." Phineas loudly slammed his hands down on the coffee table. "That's not going to work! If Dad doesn't relive the moment he fell in love, he'll..." He stopped himself from finishing. Ferb saw that whatever he meant to say hurt. Candace reached towards Phineas. "Phin..." Phineas got up and stomped away.

Ferb stood, watched after his brother and blinked. "Ferb." Candace called out to him and he turned to look at her; his face full of questions. "He never said anything." Ferb whispered as he shook his head. Candace became serious. "Ferb, I know that our Dad loves our Mom very much." She said and he nodded. "Phineas is scared that Mom's going to... how do I say this..." She tried and Ferb quietly interjected. "They're going to separate and get a divorce because they no longer love each other." Candace's jaw dropped and she saw the understanding written on his face. "I forgot, your Mom and Dad..." she said and he nodded.

Suddenly, Ferb started to snicker and clamped his hand over his mouth. "What's so funny?" Candace asked him. Ferb's eyes became wide as he tried to hold in the laughter. "Ferb..." She said before he lost it. "Father..." He managed to say. Candace looked at her stepbrother. "What about him." Ferb shook his head and started laughing. "He was washing the dishes when he realised he was in love with your mother. He was washing the dishes and there was a song on the radio, just a funny old song he was singing along with." He said as he laughed at the memory.

Candace bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "How...how does that even happen? I thought the story was that it was love at first sight at the concert." Ferb shook his head. "That's when Mum fell in love. Father just thought that she was cute. After a few more dates, it suddenly dawned on him. I remember him mumbling while washing dishes, then his head suddenly snapped up. He turned to me and said 'Son, I think I'm in love.'" A small giggle escaped from Candace. "That sounds like Dad all right."

Candace and Ferb looked at each other and doubled over in laughter.