Oven-cam. Piper lugs a baking tray of some breakfast treats out of the oven and totes them into the dining room, bellowing for Phoebe and Raige. The Dolt, of course, is already at the table, ready to eat the food he neither paid for nor prepared. In answer to Piper's summons, Raige flies down through the ceiling from the second level of the Manor in a cloud of orbs. She materializes fully just in time to slam into Piper, sending both women to the floor. The Dolt continues to eat. Piper's surprised, not by her husband's gluttonous, free-loading ways, but rather by Raige's newfound talent. "Did you orb in from a different room?" she asks, impressed. Actually, the closed captioning has her asking Raige if she "warp[ed]," but, you know, screw the deaf. Raige confirms this while admitting she still needs to iron out the kinks. Raige then spots the alarming array of food on the table and darts to a chair to tuck in. Seriously, Piper is such a martyr. She's prepared a full-scale breakfast for five, complete with place settings and serving platters and pitchers of milk and orange juice and whatnot. Get a hobby, sweetheart. Or a life. The Dolt starts talking through a mouthful of half-chewed food, which only makes me hate him more. He mumbles that orbing burns a lot of calories, thereby explaining Raige's unusual craving for solid food. "Why do you think I married a chef?" he adds, winking. Oh, stow it, you boorish, sexist lout. Piper deems the expansion of Raige's powers "another reason to celebrate" while Raige and the Dolt shove frittatas into their gaping maws. Seems Piper intended this breakfast banquet to be a celebration of sorts for vanquishing The Source. A week ago. She couldn't have done this on Sunday? Raige apologizes for her lack of table manners, insisting that she would take longer to eat did she not want to arrive at THE BLACK HOLE OF SOCIAL SERVICES on time for a change.
Phoebe plows down the stairs at this moment to let Piper know that Cole's left the Manor already, and all she needs is "a caffeine I.V." Piper gets strident about everyone else's apparent indifference to the death of their collective "mortal enemy," as Raige bounds out of her chair to race to work and The Powers That Be ring the Dolt's bell. The Dolt guesses the Elders want to convey a message of congratulations to the Glamorous Ladies, and orbs out with a croissant. Phoebe winces as if hungover and mutters, "Does he have to do that so brightly?" Piper sighs and collapses into the Dolt's chair with, "Well, that will teach me to be in a good mood." Snicker. Girl talk ensues, of the "what's up Phoebe's ass this episode?" variety. Phoebe went to bed last night feeling fine, then woke up this morning with a vague sense of doom involving her fiancé. "It feels like a premonition that's trying to come out," she explains, "but it never quite does." Piper diagnoses this as yet another case of pre-wedding jitters, but Phoebe has her doubts about that. Piper shushes her, arguing that "the only reason" Phoebe hasn't married Cole is because The Source was still lurking about. Now that The Source is dead, Phoebe is "that much closer to taking [a] very long walk down the aisle." That wailing siren you all hear is my bullshit alarm going off. First Phoebe wouldn't marry Cole because he was half-demon. Then she wouldn't marry him because he was fully human but had yet to find his place in the mortal world. Then Phoebe backed off because of some supposed fear of commitment engendered by her parents' divorce. Then it was because she feared a loss of identity made manifest by a cursed engagement ring. Now it's simply because The Source was lurking about? Make up your freaking minds about this thing or have Phoebe pull a Heche and start dating a female Elvis impersonator, because this shit is just tired. Phoebe sighs, "It feels like there's something else." Yeah, Phranc crooning "Only The Lonely," so get off the stick and get on her Harley already.