Meanwhile Nora is realizing some of Gabriella's lesser qualities. She didn't start any of the prep work for the feast, but instead re-arranged Nora's living room to look like a Bedouin tent. Nora is not amused, but ever the consummate hostess doesn't lose her shit either. She just makes a horrified face and some mildly sarcastic comments that Gabriella doesn't pick up on due to the language barrier. What? Nora is a hostess, but she's still a Walker. Gabriella wanted to make it as romantic as possible. Nora gasps, "For you and Luc?" Those French people are wacky after all. Gabriella corrects her, it's for Nora and Carl. Carl called and Gabriella answered the home phone (French savoir faire, I guess). When she heard his cable was out and there was going to be no Leonard Bernstein, she invited him over for Moroccan food. Nora is not pleased at all. She and Gabriella get in a snit off as to whether Gabriella should have asked Nora first or whether Nora should bask in the knowledge that the man she loves (or kind of likes at least) is coming for their first date at her house with her daughter, son-in-law, and a very dramatic French lady. Gabriella skips off to the boudoir sing-songing that Nora loves him!!!

The ladies have made up (or had more wine) and Nora is frantically cooking, while Gabriella loots the liquor cabinet. She decides that the perfect, nay, ONLY! Drink for the evening will be absinthe. Because nothing says amour like a giant ass headache and the spins. Nora doesn't even bother trying to talk her out of it. Adding insult to an ever-growing list of injuries, the doorbell rings and it turns out that Gabriella told Carl to come two hours early. Nora moans that she smells like lamb fat, but being French stereotype, Gabriella tells her just to put a scarf on and no one will care what she smells like. That's the OTHER French motto. Nora wraps Gabriella's scarf around her neck and goes to answer the door. Carl says hello, but only has eyes for Gabriella Laurent. Apparently she was the star of his favorite French film and it is an honor and a privilege to kiss her small, smooth hand. Carl is completely starstruck to be in the presence of the star of Rhapsody of the Flesh. Carl is all giggles and googly eyes, but Nora has had it up to HERE with this putain.

Justin's whoring ways start to catch up to him when the girl he made out with in the freezer covers for someone on the late shift, which is when the girl he made out with in the storage closet is working. Are we at the wacky hijinks, yet?! Why yes we are: Kevin has insinuated that Justin both has a cold AND a cold sore. Instead of running for the Valtrex, the girl is offering Justin tea and lemon. Meanwhile, Gabriella, Carl, and Nora are chugging absinthe and extolling the virtues of going a little crazy. On cue, Sarah arrives to announce that Luc is not coming and Gabriella starts to go a little crazy. Luckily there's a doctor in the house. He is more than wiling to take matters (and the lady) into his capable hands. Nora chugs her absinthe as if there is no tomorrow. How French! Back at the restaurant, Justin is not amused that Kevin told the ladies that he had the herpes or even a cold. When Justin's storage locker lady starts feeling up his forehead and his freezer lady spies it and starts slamming pots and pans around, Scotty sends the little himbo home. Justin tries to argue, but Scotty and Kevin insist: OUT OUT DAMN TRAMP!