Matthew and Meredith are eating in the empty winery. "I wanted to be here with you and no one else," he tells her. They banter cutely about something I don't understand at all ("What else?" "We'll have to find out. I don't know!"), and Meredith tells us how genuine Matthew is about the whole thing. They retire to a back corner of the room and speak of Texas, Meredith's Venus flytrap turtleneck climbing higher on her neck as she nods forward toward a conversationally-appropriate REM sleep. She hazards a sexy sexy "It's getting a little hot over here," and Matthew doesn't get it, asking if she wants to move away from the fire. In a confessional, she expresses confusion about why he hasn't kissed her yet, and we cut back to the winery and her saying, "I have been waiting for you to kiss me for so long!" Yes, yes. The mad building passion of four hours' knowing one another. It's like Cold Mountain in there, but, y'know, much, much more entertaining. And with much less of that horrible, horrible music.

Group date! Group date! Group date! Now sponsored by the men who wear visors! Brad and Ian are similarly decked out in those fashion staples of Floridian grandparents, while Sean wears no visor because he's muuuuuch farther along in his packing than some of these other guys, as well he should be. A glass of champagne is handed Meredith's way, and it seems as if the whole day might be just another fantastic paean to sloth, luxury, and the complacent trappings of a tabloid nation gone woefully astray, but no! For Ryan wants some alone time with Meredith, and he wants to talk about ugly issues. They walk from the front of their bus to a loud, clanging cargo-hold area, where Ryan tells her that he doesn't feel like he's getting a rose, which is a total turnaround from how he felt at the last Rose Ceremony. "I was really, like, tensed out and, like, angry," Ryan filibusters. "Not angry. Sad, angry, confused." Meredith says she didn't meant to make him feel that way (WHAT WAY, you driveling FREAK?), and Ryan shoots back the self-sabotaging, rose-wilting, just plain silly, "I really, really, really, really, really want to believe you, but I kind of don't." She takes us to a confessional, where she says that her alone time with Ryan was "intense," and that she couldn't a word in edgewise. Check out the number of times you see the two of them together at any point on this date. Many few than the glasses of champagne they continue to enjoy, this I can plainly tell you.