Although Desiree was a little disappointed by the fact that Remy doesn't live in the colony, she was still very satisfied knowing that she got to visit the bistro everyday. In the first day, she arrived much earlier than Remy. When Remy arrived at the bistro and started to get ready for the day, he noticed his mother peeking out from outside. Remy stepped outside to greet his mother.

"Mom? What are you doing here so early?" Remy walked up to her.

"To watch my proud son working," Desiree replied, then she grabbed both of Remy's hand and said, "Remy, I just wanted to say, when I gave birth to you I was so happy and crazy about you. Right when I held you after you came to the world, I had this epiphany that you were gonna do something amazing. I needed nothing else. My life was going to be perfect with you, Emile, and your father, until the day our colony was flooded." Desiree quickly wiped her tears and continued, "I thought I was going to lose everything I had and the world when I was swept away by the water and I lost you, your brother, and your father. I was desperate to find you guys again. I often had a dream that my handsome family members would do something amazing one day, and there you are, you can cook, have your own bistro, and work peacefully with humans. I just wanted to say, I am very proud of you."

"Oh, mom," Remy and Desiree hugged each other tightly.

"I always wanted to hug my baby everyday! Now you're all grown up!" Desiree sniffed.

"Mom, don't cry. Now we found you and we're so happy too!" Remy said

Desiree withdrew. "Now, I don't want to hold you back. You're gonna succeed no matter what you do!"

"Thanks mom," Remy said and went back inside to resume working. Desiree continued to watch him.

"You know, Desiree, you should pay attention to me too," Desiree turned back. It was Django, with Emile right next to him.

"Oh, Django! When did you sneak up behind me?" Desiree asked.

"Just now. You are so nuts over our sons and not paying much attention to me." Django smirked, lifted one eyebrow, and crossed his arms. Emile tried to not laugh as he was standing next to his jealous father.

"Oh, Django, no one can help your jealousy." Desiree snickered. "But I'm glad that you never changed. I can't imagine you being a different rat."

"Anyways, have a seat." Django pulled out a chair so that Desiree can sit. Desiree kindly accepted it.

"Well, you still do have your gentleman-side." Desiree said as she sat.

"Mom, dad," Emile started as he sat, "how did you guys fall in love with each other?"

"Emile, I went over this a lot of time." It was the story when Django got rejected by one rat and Desiree went to cheer him up, met more often, became friends, then started to date, then got into a relationship, and they married.

"I just wanted to know specifically," Emile pleased.

Desiree turned to Django and said, "It never hurts to tell, he's our son." Then she turned to Emile and said, "Truth is, Emile, I was already interested in your father, even when he was interested in someone else."

Django was surprised. "Wait, you were?"

Desiree nodded and continued, "I admit, I was pretty disappointed when he was already interested in someone else, I mean, who wouldn't fall for this charming rat? But then the day he was rejected, I was confused. Though I was disappointed when he was interested in someone else, I also couldn't stand looking at him depressed and embarrassed. So, I went up to talk to him so that he can cheer up. We started to be friends for some time. Then he asked me out. I couldn't believe the day he asked me out, it was almost like a dream . . ."

"Aww . . ." Emile awed as he imagined his father asking his mother out.

"And then we went out a lot, and eventually, he proposed. Oh, remember that, Django?"

"Of course I do, and I totally remember your reaction."

"So Emile, what funny things have you done while I was gone?"

"Desiree, you asked that a lot of times,"

"Oh, but he has much more stories to tell!"

"Well, it was the time when I helped Remy cook without letting dad know," Emile started. "He got mushroom, cheese, and that grass thingy and decided to cook them up in the roof. Then the lightning stroke, we were both struck by the lightning, and he tasted it and everything and was very excited about it." he continued, Desiree paid attention very closely, and Django listened here and then.

Then there was a voice calling behind Django and Desiree. "Good morning sir, good morning ma'am." It was Git.

"Hey Git, why don't you join us?" Django offered a seat next to Emile.

"Oh, Git, I want to ask you something," Desiree said as Git sat down.

"Yes, madam?"

"How long have you been going out with Remy?"

"It's been almost four months, I believe."

"How was it in the beginning?"

"Uh . . . umm . . . that is . . ." Git stuttered.

"Mind if I say it for him? He doesn't have much courage to talk then he is to defend himself." Django said as he watched Git stutter. Git awkwardly laughed. Emile tried to hold in his laugh. Desiree gestured okay. "I disapproved in the beginning, it was sorta creepy for me. But then they were going out pretty well, so I started to approve. Sure they did have some fights but Git is taking care of him very well. Now I fully approve, and also questioning my past perspective on gay couples."

"Maybe you two should get married!" Emile said excitedly.

"Emile, please don't." Git blushed a little.

"Oh, why not? I think you two get along well together!" Desiree agreed, and turned to Django, "What do you think, honey?"

"Well, their opinions matter more," Django shrugged.

"So what are you all talking about?" Remy walked up to them.

"It's lunch break already?" Django asked as Remy stood in front of them. Remy nodded.

"Well, have a seat, honey, you worked so hard!" Desiree pulled a chair that was between her and Git. Remy smiled and sat. "Well we were talking about your brother's past, your father and my past, and we also discussed about your love and marriage!"

Oh dear . . . Remy thought, but he said with a slight snicker, "Well, that's nice."

"So what would say about marrying him?"

"I don't think we're ready for it yet." Remy slightly hit Git with his elbow and asked, "Right, Git?"

"Yes, he's right," Git replied with a little bit of relief. "Remy, aren't you gonna eat?"

"I'm not hungry," Remy said.

"But, you still gotta eat," Desiree said, worried.

"What about you guys? Should I fix you guys something?" Remy asked.

"Ooh! I want cake with strawberry topping!" Emile excitedly exclaimed.

"I'll have some chopped steak," Django said.

"I'd like an omelette," Git said.

"I'm sure I'd love anything you cook for me. Just get me anything," Desiree said.

"Well, then, that's everyone?" Remy asked. Everyone nodded.

Remy went inside to cook. Desiree decided to peek inside the kitchen to see Remy cook. Normally, Django and Emile wouldn't look since they already know that Remy can cook, and they already seen him cook. But this time, they followed Desiree and watched him cook. And, of course, Git followed, not to look at him cook, but to look at him. Remy chopped the meat and vegetables into pieces, cracked and whipped the eggs, prepared soft bread that he saved for cakes, and sliced the top of strawberries. While he fixed the cake, flipped the eggs, and stirred the meat and vegetables, he boiled the broth, dumped the heavy cream, and threw some garlic cloves, onion slices, and spices into the broth. Finally, he decorated the cake, folded the omelette, carefully evened out the amount of meat and vegetables for the chopped steak. As soon as he was finished, he checked on the soup. Just like the first time I cooked when I arrived at Paris. He thought and poured the soup into a tiny bowl. He carried every plates, bowls, and utensils onto the tray and stepped outside to serve. "I hope you're hungry after watching over me cook!"

"Did you notice while you were cooking?" Emile asked, impressed.

"Emile, it's pretty obvious because you guys weren't sitting on the table. Now have a seat and bon appétit!" Remy served the dishes on the table and placed the utensils next to each one.

"Well then, mind if I do!" Desiree went to the table, sat, and grabbed her utensils. "Which one do you use?"

"So, the round one is to pick up water-like food, ones with spikes is to pick up food, and the round and sharp one is to cut." Remy explained as he held one each time.

"Well, then, for my food, do you use . . . this?" Desiree held up a spoon.

"Exactly," Remy smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

"We had to learn that too," Django said as he sat down. But then he started to dig in, without a fork. "I don't know why he taught us that. Rats don't need these stuff to eat. We always use our hands. It's funny to see that he tries to make us use these stuff."

"Dad, Git uses fork," Emile said, sounded more like snitching.

"I don't really care," Django sighed and ate his chopped steak.

"Well, then," Desiree scooped up a bit of soup, carefully put it in her mouth, savored, and swallowed. Desiree froze. This was one of the best thing she had ever eaten. "Wow . . ."

"I know, right?" Django said as he watched Desiree eat.

"It's pretty good, huh mom?" Emile asked as Desiree savored.

"That's everyone's first reaction," Git said as Desiree swallowed.

"Remy, this is amazing!" Desiree kept digging into it. Remy felt proud as he watched his mother enjoying his cooking. "Remy, this is much better than the French toast you cooked for me when you and Git rescued me."

"I'm glad you like it mom," Remy replied. He went back inside to fix his own food. He simply pan-fried and egg and few pieces of potatoes. He seasoned them with parsley, salt, and pepper, and quietly chewed.

"Remy, dear, come eat outside with us," Desiree called as she saw him eating alone. Remy carried his food out and sat between Desiree and Git. Altogether, they had very pleasant lunch.