DYLAN: I don't know how you do it, Mrs. Halliwell.
PIPER: Please Dylan, call me Piper. "Mrs. Halliwell" makes me sound old. But whatever it is I've done, I'm sure I wanted to curse at least two people in the process.
DYLAN: I was just referring to raising three kids, running a club, opening a restaurant and still being one of San Francisco's most amazing chef ever.
PIPER: Oh, well, that took years of practice. I started at the bottom of the totem pole as a floor manager at a restaurant called Quake, struggled to get P3 open and running and then took a giant leap of faith in opening Trinity. I almost didn't do it, you know.
DYLAN: Really? Why not?
PIPER: Well, around the same time I opened it Melinda was born and there were some... complications... with her birth.
DYLAN: Complications? Mel never mentioned anything like that to me.
PIPER: Yeah, she was a stubborn little bugger. First the doctor's thought they'd have to do a c-section, then they thought she'd be still born and... it was the most complicated birth I'd ever seen. Granted I hadn't seen many births, but I'd been through two, seen Phoebe go through one and Paige go through one, so I feel confident in making the assumption that it was complicated.
DYLAN: Wow, yeah, I'd say that would sway anyone in making a large financial venture like that. Which makes you all that more amazing.
PIPER: You're too kinda, Dylan, but you're just saying that so you can taste test this new dessert I'm making, aren't you?
DYLAN: What? No, of course not! C'mon Piper, you know me better than that.
PIPER: Oh, really? Let's see. Boys! (yells out) I've got a dessert for you all to taste.
CHRIS: Awesome! I'm the first here... Dylan! I thought we said no camping?!
DYLAN: Great Chris. Blow my cover.
PIPER: Oh, honey, your cover was blown from the start.