Kitty starts laughing and Sarah pointedly asks whether his wife is good at sign language too, clearly hinting that Kitty is hooking up with an unattractive married man in front of the guy, which is BEYOND rude to everybody involved. The guy breezily answers that his wife is great at it and can't wait to meet everyone at the birthday party. He leaves and Sarah and Nora start talking over each other trying to explain the logic behind their stupid conclusion. They blather for a minute and then Kitty calmly and resignedly tells them that it is her bone marrow. That shuts 'em up. She had a complication from the transplant and she is seeing a specialist named Dr. Langley who is forcing her to eat kale and stop drinking coffee. Not CIA Langley, but a doctor named Langley. Nora and Sarah are much abashed. Nora asks Kitty what's next and Kitty says, "Cupcakes." She's not ready to talk about this with them. If she was ready, she would have called. Sarah and Nora nod mutely and head off to buy cupcakes.
Kevin comes home to find that Gecko Town has grown and Scotty has no ability to set boundaries. Scotty crows and beams and proud Papas all over the place that maybe Olivia will be a contractor when she grows up. Kevin thinks that she is building a new home inside her other new home and this is some sort of metaphor or analogy or something that English majors know about. She is going through a lot of upheaval in her life right now what with the adoption, the looming Walker hoard waiting like The Borg to absorb her into their ranks, also a new school. Sometimes a fort is not just a fort. He read that somewhere. Kevin knows that there is something going on and they need to talk to her about it. Scotty sighs, but he agrees. Scotty is totally the Greg Evigan to Kevin's Paul Reiser.
I guess the lack of sleep has made Justin a very grumpy bunny. He barks at everyone when he and his partner are late to a medical emergency (they were probably walking the dog) and some cop tells him they are too late and the guy's dead. Justin growls at him and his partner tells him to chillax because he's making everyone anxious. Oh sure, blame the grouchy paramedic, and not the DEAD GUY who, you know, DIED in front of all these people because that certainly doesn't ever make people anxious. But seriously Justin? One nightmare makes you this cranky? It's not like you got Inception-ed or anything.