Later Ashley and Ben F. make some poor employee of the hotel arrange thousands of flower petals in a kind of mandala-esque arrangement around their dining table. It's a good think child labor laws do not apply to flower arranging. I mean, their little hands are just so good at getting the petals in just the right spot, you know? Ben and Ashley gasp in pleasure at the romantic extravagance. When a servant comes to serve the wine, Ashley can't help but ask Ben F. if it's his wine... that they are serving... in Thailand. Oh shut it. So then Ashley compliments his wine and asks if she can help him make it and he nods eagerly, because he needs cheap labor in the grape picking fields. Then Ben F. "opens up" and tells Ashley about coming to terms with his dad's death and his love of wine. Ashley can totally relate, because she also has a love of whine. See what I did there? I am right.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, which still has not emailed me with a special promotional offer so that I will write about it in glowing yet completely objective terms, the menfolk get their group date card. Since the only other option is a three- way date, the guys really hope to get invited out for the group date. Whoever isn't called is getting sent on a forced three way. So who are the big losers? William, who lost his early frontrunner status by making Ashley cry with his really lame jokes, and Ben C. a.k.a. Young Matlock. They start hissing at each other and peeing on the furniture to show they are tough.

Back on the date, things are getting real as Ben F. talks about wine some more (OH MY GOD, MARRY ME, BEN F.! I LIKE FREE WINE, TOO!) and Ashley announces that she can really see a life with Ben F. She claims she is finally feeling hopeful, which is the same thing that she said last week with Ames, but who is keeping track? Oh yeah, me. Ashley thinks she can really see an every day life filled with child flower arrangers, drinking wine served my men dressed in all white while a baker's dozen of beautiful young women dressed in silk dance and blow fire around them. You know, just your average Wednesday night in Philadelphia. I've never been to Philadelphia, so I am just guessing. Ashley gives Ben F. the rose and they kiss while the twelve dancing virgins gathered around them try really hard not to stare as the kissing takes an awkward turn towards second.