Adaleen is continuing to explain to the girl where Adaleens come from: "So, little Josie, that makes you my step-grandma and I'm your stepmom. And when I had Alby he became my great-uncle, and I became his great-great grandmother. Which of course makes me my own grandmother." Yeah, we got that the first time, lady. We're not idiots. You're the one whose family tree was drawn by M.C. Escher. Adaleen and her hamper of biscuits land in front of Bill. And not to bust on the prop people for not wanting to home-bake several gross of biscuits, but one look at those perfectly hexagonal little fuckers tells me they came straight to the set from a KFC. "I hope Nicki packed your best whites," Adaleen hints to Bill. Nicki looks down without saying anything. "I don't take a very good picture," Bill says, pretty modestly for a guy who has eight or nine fifty-foot photographs of himself grinning down all over Salt Lake City. Nicki eagerly says she brought her white dress, and Adaleen says it might be their last family photo ever. "For all we know, Jesus could be back by Labor Day." She says she's glad Alby survived his attack. "Any word on who really did it?" Bill wonders disingenuously. When Adaleen starts staring holes in his face, he compliments her apron and she moves along. Alby steals the biscuit off of Nicki's plate. Bastard. That's a tasty-looking biscuit. Roman declares to Bill that he's called a second UEB vote the next day at 2:00, and is willing to "let bygones be bygones" if Bill changes his vote on the gambling machines. Bill agrees. "Not much of a case if there's no complaining witness," Roman says, with a pointed smile at Alby. This is too much for Alby, who gets up to loom over Roman's chair. Roman says Alby needs to clear Joey by morning. In fact, now would be better, and Adaleen will fix him a plate. "You should listen to your father, Alby," Bill volunteers, which just makes it worse. Alby calls it disgraceful, and refuses to cooperate. "You should consider your own son's well-being," he says to Roman. Adaleen stomps over and slaps Alby across the face. The whole picnic goes quiet for the time it takes Alby to storm off. And Rhonda takes this as her cue to take that spot on the ground next to Roman's chair, shunting aside his older daughters. Or his younger wives. Either way, Roman definitely has a type.
Back at the Henrickson homestead, Brynn is playing Risk with Ben, Sarah, and an indeterminate number of other, smaller kids. You'd think that under the circumstance she'd be nervous about playing a game based on overrunning your opponents with superior numbers. Barb comes in to clear out the empty ice cream bowls, and she's surprised to see that Ben has opened his birthday cards after all. He explains that Sarah claimed Lois sent a hundred bucks in her birthday card. Brynn says it's time for her to go home, but she clamps a hand on Ben's knee in a way that indicates they'll be making a little pit stop along the way. A sexy pit stop. Barb hovers over Ben's shoulder, pretending to wonder what Cindy said in her card, as if she didn't already know. Ben's not sharing, and after Brynn says her goodbyes to the fam (securing herself an invitation back for next week in the process), Ben walks her out with the card securely tucked in the back pocket of his pants.