It's later. Mary and Lucy are pacing their room. Lucy crosses her arms under the deep vee of her leopard-print top, showing us her teen cleavage. Mary's funky red sleeveless top stretches tightly over the bustal portion of her semi-sheer white long-sleeved tee. Okay, maybe it's only Satan causing me to think such a thing -- but has anyone ever noticed that they always show the girls from thighs up, so that their breasts are right in the middle of the shot? The boys are usually shown chest-up, so that their heads are in the center of my screen, I believe. I'm no prude, but I tend to get confused. Is pride in one's body a family value? Of course I'm asking, specifically, about pride in the front of one's pubescent female body. Someone who understands these things, please e-mail and let me know. The phone rings. It's Andrew Blahblah. "The girly man?" Mary asks. Hey, Mary, maybe you could wait until after Lucy hangs up with the girly man, huh? Andrew is apparently asking Lucy for a date. Lucy declines, claiming she has to care for the twins. When she hangs up, Mary asks why she lied; Lucy says it's because she might want to go out with him if Brad doesn't call. "I'm really rubbing off on you, aren't I?" asks Mary. Well, it's good to know that it's nurture and not nature in the case of these sisters from Venus. The phone rings again. Mary rolls her eyes because it's Annie calling from "Ocean Side Motel." Annie just wants Mary to tell RevCam that she made it okay. Mary doesn't care as she says bye. Above Annie's hotel bed there's a long poster or print of a mountain-scape emblazoned with "California." Plus, there appears to be a kitchenette of sorts. Either that, or Annie brought along her own cups and pitchers and things so as not to feel too out of her element. At any rate, I assume she called ahead and found out that this place lets patrons bring their dogs along, because Happy's sitting there eavesdropping.