Prue grabs a cup of coffee and spins around to stride through the dining room, reluctantly admitting that the sex was "amazing," but adding that they were "going to take it slow" and "it shouldn't have happened." Phoebe bounces down the stairs at this point, and Piper fills her in on the previous evening's events. Prue, needless to say, is much annoyed. The three ricochet through the parlor onto the sun porch as we learn that Phoebe was quite the woman of non-existent virtue the previous evening as well -- she even had the nerve to drag Lantern-Head back to the Bimbo Boudoir to engage in her tawdry fornication. Can we stone her now? The banter grinds to a halt when Phoebe accidentally lets slip that she received a premonition of her boy toy before he actually walked over to her. Prue gracelessly flops into a wrought-iron chair with her cup and proceeds to read Phoebe's beads for using the power of premonition to land a one-night stand. They bicker in this vein for a bit before Phoebe blurts, "Nobody died, and, FYI, nothing happened last night. At least, nothing I'm ashamed of." Whore. Prue drops a PSA-bomb Andy gave her regarding "someone who's abducting women in [their] area," noting that "warlocks aren't the only evil [they] have to watch out for." Phoebe looks suitably chastened. "Ind, FYI," Prue continues, "I'm not ashamed of innything, either." Phoebe smirks proudly. Whore. Prue heaves a sigh and gazes at her coffee.
Episode Report CardDemian: A- | 322 USERS: C+
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