Previously on B 'n' S: Holly and Tommy went into the wine business together; Holly dropped the Joe-kissed-Rebecca bomb on Sarah; Joe apologized to Sarah; Nora rolled her eyes verbally at Professor Coyote; Holly busted Rebecca for coming into Joe, not vice versa, and Rebecca called her a whore; Justin got Nora to let Rebecca stay with them; Nora stupidly accepted a second date with Coyote; Kitty asked Robert to marry her.

At what I presume is the vineyard, Holly makes out a place card with the word "Nora" and asks Tommy how many of "them" are coming to the winery event. Tommy expositions that his entire family will attend, except for Joe, and adds, "You make them sound like an invading army." Holly comments that, after everything that's happened, "the combination of the Walker family with endless amounts of alcohol" at an investors' dinner does concern her somewhat, but she's laughing as she says it; Julia, also seated at the table with her hands folded over her twin belly, laughs too. Because apparently they watch the show. Tommy has to cede the point, but tells Holly that "they're not teenagers at a kegger" (um... overruled) and promises that they'll behave. Not so the twins, who pick that moment to do a little foreshadowing tarantella on Julia's ribs, and I'd like to compliment wardrobe here: Julia is wearing a super cute Lilly Pulitzer-y sundress, and in addition to a pregnancy pad, the actress is kitted out with pregnancy-boob padding as well, a detail that usually gets skipped. Holly tells her it's the orange juice she's drinking (the sugar in it "makes them nuts"), then returns to the subject of the Walkers -- she knows that she owes her participation in the project to Tommy and William, and that the rest of the family comes with the package. "There's a lot of things you can say about my family," Tommy says seriously, "but bottom line, when it counts -- they show up."

Cut to Sarah plunking a cake on Kitty's desk and sighing, "I'm not going." Kitty takes the top off the cake holder and asks if Sarah is sending the cake as her "proxy" or what, and Sarah expositions that, between work and the crumbling of her marriage, she just can't deal -- especially when everyone else there will all know that Joe "tongued" her 20-year-old half-sister. Her word choice, not mine. ... Actually, it would have been mine, too. Kitty assures her that it's fine, Sarah doesn't have to go or to justify the decision not to, and everyone will understand, "even Tommy." Tommy's chief familial peeve, historically, is Sarah's tendency to steal his thunder at work, so I don't know about that, but Sarah blows right past it to ask, "Even Mom?" Kitty's like, don't worry about Mom, it's about you, and asks how Sarah's doing. "I've been baking," Sarah says, which both agree is not a good sign, and Sarah flops into a chair across from Kitty and drops the sarcasm, complaining that Joe keeps wanting to talk about it and she just can't, and it's not about the kiss anymore, "things have been said," they can't go back but she's too "scared" to go forward -- "relationship hell," more or less. Sarah pops a hard candy into her mouth and slumps further down in the chair as Kitty asks if there's anything she can do. "Just keep my cake level," Sarah says. Enter Robert, blustering about a trip to D.C. the next day at 7; Sarah's chair's back is to him, so he can't see her as he holds up a small pink bag from a lingerie store and informs Kitty, "Consider yourself packed." Sarah swivels around and greets him slyly. "What happens in D.C.?" she wants to know. Kitty blushes; Sarah grumps that if Kitty can't deliver the cake, she should say so, but Kitty says she's on it, so Sarah says she'll leave them to "discuss 'politics,' or whatever it is you two talk about," and peeks into the lingerie bag, which Kitty yanks away from her.