Previously on Brothers & Sisters: Robert dropped out of the race for President on account of getting beat, then embarked upon an in vitro adventure with Kitty. Not that it'll stop him from endlessly pining for the political spotlight again, particularly when Congressman Taylor might want to offer him the V.P. slot. Nora broke up with Isaac in order to embrace a life of solitude. Sarah suddenly became too flighty to do business and asked Saul to make up an excuse to back out of the Golden Plum deal so she wouldn't have to deal with disappointing Graham. Rebecca's lingering doubts about her paternity -- as well as Justin's repressed desire to bone her -- convinced her to seek out the answers scientifically. You know, with hair she recovered from the sink. It's all so gross.

We open with Robert and Kitty in bed, getting down with some embryo printouts. Hot! Kitty's scrutinizing screenshots of her blastocysts and picking out which ones are the good ones and which are the bad ones. "Maybe we'll have triplets," she wonders dreamily, and Robert goes pale and says, "Let's pretend that's not an option." Words to live by, if you're Robert McCallister. Kitty then embarks upon a passive-aggressive assault on Robert's impending V.P. talk with Taylor, all the while Robert continues to disingenuously refuse to talk about it until he knows it's an actual offer. Isn't Robert, like, the biggest Boy Scout on earth? What happened to "Be Prepared," bronzo? But no, we simply shan't speak of it until the words trip off Taylor's disgusting tongue (more on that later). Kitty exposits for our benefit that Taylor is coming by their house later today to have a talk, and Robert tries to convince himself that Taylor might simply want an endorsement. Kitty repeatedly begs him to cut the shit, but he won't, because the longer he puts it off, the better his chances of convincing Kitty later that he's just getting swept up in the tide and how can he resist it? Hi, have I mentioned in the last several months that I am not a fan of Robert?

In the kitchen at the Walker Manse, Nora's children (minus Kitty) are busying themselves fixing breakfast. Nora wanders in and wonders what holiday got spontaneously declared that her children are doting on her like this. Is it Mother's Day II? I bet it's Mother's Day II. The kids unsuccessfully lie that they don't need any special occasion to make breakfast for their mother who so devastatingly just broke up with her live-in boyfriend. Rebecca then shows up with super-yummy brioche from Nora's favorite bakery, so the jig is officially up: her children, guilt ridden after Nora flipping out on them last week, have decided to rescue her from her new life of emptiness. Now, I could complain about how last week seemed to be all about Nora accepting her loneliness as a fact of life and now all of a sudden she's back to drowning in family, but honestly? It's better this way, so I won't complain. ...About this. There will be plenty to complain about later on because this is an uncharacteristic failure of an episode. Regardless, Nora protests that she's actually very busy, with the Pasadena Children's Hospital fundraiser tonight as just one example. The older kids groan at the thought because, as Nora cheerfully reminds them, they all have to go. Nora also says she has a "Jaime" coming over, which also gets a reaction from everybody, except Rebecca who has to ask what's the big deal about this Jaime. Jaime is Nora's interior decorator, and "when she turns up it's like an internal distress call," says Sarah. Every time Nora's life is turned upside down, she remodels the house: Kitty moving to New York, Justin enlisting in the army, Kevin coming out...all followed by Nora undertaking some sort of extreme home makeover. Nora tries to defend herself ("I thought Kevin would have a lot more pool parties!") and promises that whole that may have been true in the past, this isn't one of those times. All the while, Rebecca looks around the room at this boisterous, insane, loving family of which she may not even be a part. It's sweet and a little sad, but ultimately indicative of a false premise, as we'll get to shortly.