Anya breaks in with, "Are we going to see the body?" Willow reacts with a full-body "What?" and Tara deflects the attention from Anya by reminding everyone that they should take over patrolling for the foreseeable future. Willow again decides that her sweater is inadequate, and Tara offers to go check the laundry room. Anya walks over to the dresser and asks if they're going to perform an autopsy on Joyce. Only she unknowingly says it in the most literal and offensive way possible. Willow finally loses her cool and begs Anya, "Just stop talking. Shut your mouth. Please." Anya doesn't understand what she's doing wrong, and earnestly asks Willow if she should be changing her clothes, if that's "the helpful thing to do?" Actually I didn't really like that ruffled blouse last week, and that was before I saw it with that upholstery-patterned skirt. Xander tries to interject, but Willow runs right over him to read Anya the riot act, yelling that "it's not okay for [her] to be asking these things." Anya gives an impassioned speech about how she doesn't know how to react. She wraps it up with, "And Xander's crying and not talking and I was having fruit punch and I thought, 'Well Joyce will never have any more fruit punch. Ever. And she'll never have eggs or yawn or brush her hair. Not ever.' And no one. Will explain to me. WHY?" As her voice cracks on the last syllable, she covers her face with her hands and cries in earnest. Wow. Who knew Emma had it in her? I might have to redefine my views on all former stars of 90210. Could it be that not all of them are talentless hacks after all? Ush. I'm not really ready to think about that right now. There are very few beliefs I'm secure in, and the fact that 90210 was a crap-ass show filled with crap-ass acting is certainly one of them.
Willow looks chastened, and Xander comes over to comfort Anya, but she pushes him off and sits in Willow's papasan chair. Willow brokenly tells her, "We don't know. How it works. Why," and goes to sit on her queen-sized bed in her single dorm room that is the size of some small European countries. Seriously. You could fit Liechtenstein in the corner over there and still have room for most of Luxembourg. Xander paces a lot; everyone else sits in silence. Anya pulls a Kogepan doll (also known as reason number 872 of why I love the Japanese) and Willow's blue sweater out from under her. She clutches the doll and stuffs Willow's sweater in a drawer. There's a loud retort from Xander's fist crashing through the wall. The girls jump up to find his hand stuck in the wall. Xander apologizes. Tara returns as Willow and Anya try to free Xander's fist from his drywall prison. Anya explains to Tara that "Xander decided that he blames the wall." Xander pulls his fist free, and Xander and Anya go over to play doctor (literally) by the sink. Willow mentions that they need to hit the road, and in the background Xander agrees while Willow, without fanfare, silently mouths "I love you" at Tara. And THANK GOD that they finally seem to be treating their relationship with the subtlety it deserves. With the way things have been going this season, I had worried that Willow would someday say to Tara, "You know, I love you [turning to the camera] because I am GAY! You heard me, world! I dive the muff. I'm GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY!" Everyone files out, and a second later the door opens and Willow grabs her cardigan off the nightstand. After she leaves, the camera pans over the window sill to show Xander's double-parked car getting a ticket.