Barb joins Nancy and Cindy at the cake-cutting table, offering to help. Nancy declines, but Barb insists. She's already tied on an apron, after all, and if she walks away now, she's going to look like an even bigger idiot than she already does.
Ben jumps up from the table and runs toward Bill when he sees him coming, but he's disappointed to hear that they're staying. Bill tells him, "The Principle is not a weapon of rebellion. Show me you're mature enough to handle this. Exercise discretion." He also tells Ben to stop torturing Barb. Yeah, because that's Bill's job.
Back at the cake table, Nancy busts Barb on not telling Bill about her plan to have Ben spirited away, which is kind of tacky after the way she mocked Barb for wanting Bill's permission earlier. She indicates the table where Bill has just sat down to join his older children and asks, "Why can't that be enough, huh? Look at your beautiful Sarah and Ben. What's wrong in his nature that that's not enough?" What, no love for Teeny? She's not any weirder-looking than Ben is. Barb firmly tells her mom that Bill loves her for who she is. Surprisingly, Cindy is just quietly watching this exchange, not taking the opportunity to stir shit up. Nancy tells Barb to get some ice cream, which is her way of lightening up a bit. Barb recognizes it as such, and is grateful to be given a task.
Meanwhile, at the table, Cindy's teenage daughter Jennifer asks, "Uncle Bill, can you really say that your apostasy has brought you serenity and joy?" "Shut up," Bill Crash Davises, awesomely, and answers his cell phone. It's his mom, telling him that Joey and Wanda and Kathy have been "taken out and murdered in cold blood." "They haven't been murdered," Bill scoffs, to the mild alarm of Jennifer in the background. Lois has heard rumors that Alby had Kathy "reeducated," and her theory goes on to say that Joey would have fought for Kathy and gotten both of them killed. Having quite enough to deal with right now, Bill promises to look into it and hangs up. "Oh, gosh, Margie," he realizes, and dashes from the table. Oh, yeah, the wife waiting in the parked car outside. Well, gosh, who can be expected to remember everything all the time, after all?