Ironic segue! There is currently no physical boundary of any kind at all between Ben and Brynn. She's on his lap, with her skirt draped over their naughty bits, and his military school uniform pants around his knees. He might have a future as an officer after all.
Bill knocks softly on the door of Ana's apartment -- number four, as chance or providence would have it. And he's apparently early, because she's still cooking, in her underwear, and with curlers in her hair. She rushes around the tiny flat, throwing herself together, then makes a casual appearance at the door in a black dress with a sultry, "Hello." The effect would be more stunning if she hadn't forgotten to take out that one last curler on the left side of her head. She takes the small bouquet of flowers he offers her and invites him in. And how sad is it that a guy who owns three houses can't bring a date home?
Bill and Ana have some getting-to-know-you talk that seems like stuff they should have covered by now, what with it being their second date and his being in her home. She learns that he is from "a couple hours south" of the city, and he learns that she was a dental hygienist in back in Belgrade. She complains about the heat in her no-A/C having apartment, and when Bill offers to run out and get a fan, she declines, saying dinner's ready. "I boiled meat all day. What a disaster." So, how about a fan and some takeout, then? No, Bill just swallows hard and approaches the table. She talks about how she wanted to continue practicing dental hygiene in the U.S., but there are all these exams you have to take. Plus she says her English isn't all that great, which I guess would be even more of a drawback when you spend your days talking to people who have your hands in their mouths and thus haah to ees-hond oo you wike hish. Bill assures her she'll pass. A real gentleman would offer to let her practice on him. But she just thanks him and says, "Now, let's eat," popping something into her mouth. At the same time, Bill has launched into saying grace, leaving her hanging there in that awkward pose and causing him to pause when she chews something crunchy. Bill lets it go, though, finishing up and lying that it looks great. They start serving themselves. Noticing that the awkward vibe is persisting, Ana apologizes for her rudeness in crunching. Is that really ruder than going to someone's place for dinner and then deciding without any discussion that it's your job to pray over the meal just because you're the man, even though it's her home? I don't know, I'm just asking. I'm pretty sure Ana never agreed to make Bill her priesthood holder. Ana says she's not used to people praying before meals. She gives her religious background: "My father was Serbian Orthodox, and my mother was atheist, and my best friend was Muslim, so what does that make me?" "Hopefully a good cook," Bill says. Too late, dude, prayer's over. She asks if Bill's a Mormon. "I kind of do my own thing," Bill evades, and crunches something himself.