Knot.

Please kill me.

And, Matthew. In the kitchen at the manse, Meredith's Venus Fly Turtleneck is in full, snappish effect, and the fact that she fed it some burned pizza before we got back from commercial is pretty much the only reason it isn't insisting, "Feed me, Seymour." She proclaims tonight's date with Matthew "important," because she has a big decision to make. Outside, Matthew confessionalizes that he's approaching their last night together "without fear." He finds security in the fact that she told him she wanted a ring (without specifying from WHOM) and pulls out a small box containing, as he tells her, "something sweet." And I don't know what it is, but I will say it looks as though it could contain the biggest chunk anybody's ever given her. Meredith has cooked dinner, apparently, and she feeds him adorably. Matthew celebrates how fabulous Meredith's family was, and continues with the biggest puppy dog eyes in the whole pound what a "blessing" it would be to call them his in-laws. And without going into the knotty semantics of my never having seen the words "in-laws" and "blessing" in the same sentence before, it also brings to light what Meredith is looking for. Let's do a sample breakdown of the average conversation between Meredith and each of her remaining suitors: