There's a farcical sort of scene here where Clarice is pushing one agenda while Lacy looks like she's about to barf and dicks around with Clarice in such an odd way that in a normal situation somebody would say something, but here it's just sort of provocative and like the opposite of a conversation normal people would have: Clarice's unbroken banter is all about how they're sitting in the same room -- gorgeous room, gorgeously shot with them off-center in front of a long window like a wonderful painting -- in which she used to act as Zoë's confessor, and how close they were, and all of that, and meanwhile Lacy keeps making her get up and fetch her sugar, and milk, and lemon, and a spoon, and finally when that's over with she bounces for her astronomy tutorial -- "Trouble with my stars," she says wonderfully -- and Clarice makes the most hilarious WTF face in the history of the Colonies, it's just great. But still: Nobody acts like that, it's interesting and tonally very power-gamesy and well-played, but nobody actually would do that.
(Angeli Thing Two: Check. And I'm not even being a dick about it, because I do finally like him and his stories, but these scripts generally do have features that stick out that nobody else's has, and he does tend to go weird places that other writers don't ever really carry through on. On some shows -- Weeds being my go-to example -- every one of the writers is like that, so you have twelve unconnected half-hour movies that often don't add up to anything. So the fact that it's taken seven years or however many to figure these out -- and they all have them, Jane has them and Michael Taylor has them, Verheiden has them, RDM and Weddle/Thompson have a huge old barrel of them -- is more of a testament to how much leeway terrific writers can earn, v. the usual explanation that the showrunner doesn't care enough to connect the dots/nobody's minding the store. Although I will say you get this effect more on shows with a really great writer's room, so many it's a sign of quality, but it's hell on the viewer. Buffy Season Seven, which I adored, was a lot like being told a story by ten people simultaneously, for example, with everybody leaving out parts and bringing up their favorite toys again and again, and for another example, the New Testament: Wouldn't even exist without this same effect.)