And we're back. K'Amaya boobs into the kitchen behind Cole, simpering, "I don't even get a thank-you kiss?" "Thank-you kiss"? That's...not a terribly amusing euphemism for fellatio at all. Cole whatevers that K'Amaya will be well-paid for her services, but she must leave the Manor. K'Amaya frowns, then morphs into K'Feebs. "Is this what a girl has to do to get a little attention around here?" she asks, twirling her hair. Now, here's what bugs me. They went through all that trouble to establish that hair-futzing is K'Amaya's "tell," and no one -- not Piper, not Raige, not the Dolt -- called her on it. Ever. Explain to me the tic's purpose? Anyone? Come on, there has to be an answer out there somewhere. Oh, fine -- you can keep your rotten secrets! See if I care. Cole's had enough, and threatens to smack K'Feebs in the tits with a Flaming Ball Of Death should she not make herself scarce. He glowers, then disappears into the basement. "Maybe I'll just make her scarce," K'Feebs trills before she flares out.