A black limo pulls up the driveway of The Beefcake Factory, kind of veering a bit into some nearby hedges as if the car itself is embarrassed to be seen in this context. Trista steps out wearing a slinky black number, and approaches Chris with that awkward handshake/hug combo that we all sometimes exchange with our own Guardian Game Show Hosts when the nature of our relationship starts to change. He tells her that she looks "fantastic" and "like a bachelorette," and suggests they go inside and "have a talk." Inside the unlocked front door ("Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to..."), we're on the front lines of Trista's reaction shots when she takes her first look around The Beefcake Factory. Gape-mouthed, she tries not to cry, and Chris notes the almost sarcastic amount of candles and sneers, "We know you like candles. Is this enough candles for you?" Sure, Chris. Is this enough subject/verb agreements for you? It ain't?