Teeny breaks the silence by asking if something bad's going to happen on Saturday night, when the eclipse is. Bill says he thinks it'll be a fine day, then calls down to Ben to dress warm, as there's supposed to be snow. "Just what we need, more venison," Barb says slyly. Bill then makes an elaborate eye movement at Barb and she smiles back a little before saying, "Benny, can you get some ketchup from the pantry?" He gets up, and Bill begins smiling. Even Barb's news that Carl might suspect something doesn't dent the buoyancy; he says that Carl checked in with him, and the whole reason he was asking about Nicki was to see if he could repaint the house number as some kind of fundraiser. Either Carl is talking to Bill because he thinks that the curb thing is business and therefore a man-to-man thing (since there's automatic gender segregation with regards to business talk), or he's trying to weasel his way into snooping. Nicki flashes a vindictive glare at Barb.

Just then, Ben comes bursting out of the kitchen, screaming with joy over his new .30-06. For some reason, watching Ben and Bill seems to really irritate Nicki. Bill reminds him, "Hey, tomorrow -- no deodorant, no soap, no mouthwash." Sarah stops watching Lester take his bottle long enough to sigh, "Like you really have to tell him that." Then the table goes silent again. Mmmm, grudge stew! It takes like burning. Burning resentment, that is.

Later that night, Nicki's sulking over a cup of something. If General Mills is promoting the idea that each sip of French Vanilla is like a vacation to Paris, Nicki's having the psychic equivalent of a vacation to Paris during the riots. Bill comes over to ask if Nicki's feeling any better, and she lies about how she feels fine. Bill tells her she's his rock, which is just...I can only conclude that that little statement began when Barb had cancer, because if anything, Nicki is more like water, constantly eroding the well-being of people around her. Anyway, Bill works around to asking her about her visit with Roman, but he questions her gently. Nicki eventually admits that Roman asked about Bill and the new store, and Bill asks too quickly, "What did you tell him?" "The truth. You don't talk to me about business," Nicki says. Bill keeps staring, and Nicki pleads, "You're my husband. I would never do anything to hurt you." It's a good thing that home-security system isn't wired to detect lies, because otherwise it'd be on full alarm mode right now. They embrace; Bill looks resigned while Nicki looks wary.