Remy was rather more relieved after a serious discussion with his father. His dad seemed to be not very conflicted by the fact that he and Git are in a relationship. He did not have to make any more troubles in the kitchen. Remy was able to work more enthusiastically than before. He even hummed while stirring the boiling pot and flipping the sizzling steak. Linguini and Colette were glad that Remy is finally energetic. The lunch rush went very smoothly today. During the lunch break, both Emile and Git came to visit. Even Emile and Git were happy and relieved about what happened yesterday.

"Hey, little brother!" Emile greeted cheerfully.

"Hey, Remy," Git greeted warmly.

"Hey, both of you," Remy greeted back, "what brings both of you here?"

"Our whole squad decided to stay at the bistro for the whole day," Emile replied.

"That's nice," Remy said, then he asked cautiously, "... and... how's dad?" He wanted to make sure the his dad isn't too angry about it.

"Don't worry about anything!" Emile replied cheerfully, "Just give him some time. He is pretty okay with it. I told him to step out of your relationship and he agreed to it! He was just a little confused for a second as this never happened between rats. He didn't make a big deal out of it, and he never will. He said that everything will be fine as long as you're happy."

"That's nice," Remy said with a relief, "so what are you guys going to do here?"

"Eat, hang out, socialize," Emile replied, "that's what we basically do. And your boyfriend here impresses the other baby rats with his muscles." Remy giggled slightly by that. He always watched Git showing off his muscles. Then Emile asked such embarrassing question: "Speaking of his muscles, Remy, have you ever felt them?"

Remy and Git blushed by that question. It was really awkward for him to ask that kind of question. Remy turned to the floor and Git cleared his throat. Emile smirked slyly as he noticed both of their faces burning.

"Awww," Emile marked mellowly, "You guys are so cute when you blush!" Now their faces were completely red. Then Emile said mischievously, "Maybe I should call you guys red velvet macarons."

"Emile," Remy said calmly, still looking away with his face still burning, "please stop."

"Well," Emile said with a sly grin, "I'll leave you two alone, take your time," then he exited playfully as quickly as possible. Git and Remy stood there silently for a moment.

"Why would he ask that kind of question?" Git said quietly, a little embarrassed.

Remy shrugged without saying anything. Remy was too embarrassed to face him and say something. Well, it is Emile. Remy thought. He wanted to say that aloud but he just couldn't. He was just fidgeting, didn't know what to say.

"Why is it so hot?" Git asked hesitantly, "The windows are open, it should be a little cooler in here," Then he peeked over at Remy for a second. Remy was still looking at the other way. Git cleared his throat silently. Remy was touching his cheek, it was really hot that he can literally cook a steak with his burning cheek.

"Well, I'll see you after closing hours," Git said quickly, trying to get out of this awkwardness. He wanted to stay with Remy for a little bit more, but Emile crashed the moment so he decided to escape.

"Okay," Remy replied, still facing the floor. Thanks to Emile, their sweet time turned into awkward situation. Git quickly left as Remy started to get ready to start after the lunch break was over. Soon, their faces started to cool down a little bit. Then they both breathed deeply. It was just too awkward that they forgot to even breathe.

Git suddenly remembered the day when he first carried Remy. He was warm as a blanket, fluffy as a cotton candy, and light as a feather. He chuckled as he can still feel the sensation, and loved the sensation. He wanted to carry him again. He hoped that he felt good in his arms.

Remy thought about the same day also. Remy can still remember the physical sense when Git carried him. Sure, since he was very muscular that his arms were a little hard, they still felt very soft, warm and comfortable. They both started to snicker silently as they thought about the day when Git saved Remy from that chaos from startled humans.

As soon as Remy calmed down, he went back to work. Throughout the rest of the day, he was cheerfully working. Now that he stopped worrying about his dad knowing about their relationship, he felt much more relaxed than before. Thankfully, the dinner rush was less stressful than the past two days. Linguini and Colette were happy to see Remy regain his energy. To Remy, Linguini, and Colette, the food that Remy prepared looked even more appetizing than before. Remy let out a sigh of relief as he finished with the last dish of the day. He felt even more accomplished today. Linguini and Colette walked up to Remy after they cleaned up. They wanted to compliment Remy.

"Nice job today, little chef!" Linguini told him as he let out hand for high-five. Remy jumped and slapped his hand for a high five.

"It's good to have your energy back," Colette told Remy proudly.

Remy gave both of them a thumbs up as he smiled warmly. To celebrate this special moment, Linguini, Colette, and Remy each had a glass of wine. "À votre santé!" Linguini and Colette exclaimed as all three clinked their glasses. It was just like the time when they were all working at Gusteau's restaurant, when Linguini's (well, practically Remy's) new special order was a great success and the time Linguini became a owner of the restaurant. Not only Remy regained his energy, but they sold more than before. Surely, if Remy is feeling much better, there are more customers.

Meanwhile, Emile and Git were out on the place where rats hand out. Emile was devouring his food with his other friends, and many baby rats were hanging on his arm as he flexed his arm back and forth. As people and rats started to leave the bistro after the closing hour, Django came to see Emile and Git, who were still chatting and laughing.

"How was it looking over this section of the bistro today?" Django asked.

"It was great, dad," Emile replied, "Just like other days." Git nodded in agreement as Emile finished his sentence

"Well, that's nice," Django said with a relief. Then he stood there for a moment as he looked at Emile and Git, who continued their conversation. Then Django started, "Emile, excuse us for a moment, I need to talk to Git about something."

"Umm... okay," Emile said. Emile and Git started to be nervous. Emile walked away quietly, trying to not look at his father in his eyes. Git gulped stood nervously as Django walked towards him. Emile peeked as he hid in the corner.

"So..." Django started, "You do like my son very much, don't you?"

"Uh... yes, sir," Git replied nervously.

"Look," Django continued, "I know that Remy really likes you, and it looks like you really mean it when you said that you like him. He trusts you, Emile trusts you, so I should trust you."

Both Git and Emile sighed silently with relief. "Well, I'll try my best to make him happy, sir," Git said confidently.

"I know you would," Django replied as he nodded his head. Git and Emile felt much better about this. However, just when they thought that things were going smoothly, Django's eyes sharpened as if he was shooting laser as he approached to him closer. Git gulped very anxiously as he backed away slowly. "However... " Django started, murderously calm, "If you hurt him, in anyway... physically or emotionally..." as Django continued, he walked, almost stomped, towards Git, who kept backing away anxiously until he ran into a table that caused him lean back as Emile escaped silently and hid from Django's aura of wrath, "I will bury you... dead or alive... got it?" Git, trembling in fear, nodded aggressively. Emile hiding and shook in fear. He never seen his dad so angry and so seriously. "I repeat... if you hurt him, I will bury you... DEAD OR ALIVE!" Git looked at him nervously, and Emile shook in fear as he bit his fingers in the corner. As Django turned away, he saw Remy in distance, breathing heavily in anger.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"