Arts and crafts time: each houseguest gets to make a mosaic stepping stone. It's cute to see all of them sitting around and concentrating on their little projects, since I'm sure they've been dying for something constructive to work on, other than, you know, plotting and back-stabbing. Me, I've been out of work for a while now and I'm going completely stir-crazy at home. And I have television, and a radio, and my computer, and plenty of reading material. And I'm still pretty much teetering on the edge of sanity. Anyway. Where was I? Oh, right. Mike decides to use his stone to win Krista's heart, making a mosaic of their initials and a big old heart. Barf. In the Big Blue Chair of Poor, Poor Krista, the woman in question drawls that she doesn't know what Mike is thinking. "He done lost his mind. Then he wore a kimono and got in my bed," Krista says.

That's not some wacky colloquial Southern expression, either. See, Mike overheard Krista claim that if she could have an affair with any fictional character, it would be Dracula. So, he concocts this goofy Dracula get-up, complete with Will's kimono and a faux Ascot, fashioned from someone's fringed scarf. He climbs into Krista's bed and waits for her, all dressed like that. "You're looking good," Will lies, chortling into his pillow. "I got the whole package!" Mike exclaims. "I got a kimono! I got an ascot!" Yeah, because everyone knows ascots are hot, hot, hot. In 1876. ["I didn't realize kimonos were big in Transylvania." -- Wing Chun]

Krista, wisely, is totally avoiding her bed. She's futzing around the bathroom. She goes out and smokes on the patio. "If she rejects me," Mike tells Will, "I might have to break up Nicole's marriage." Because, you know, he's that irresistible. At last, poor, pathetic, stupid, musically challenged Mike falls asleep waiting for Krista. She sees him, splayed out in her bed, and sort of shakes her head and climbs in there with him.