More shots of NYC, and then we're at Claire's singles group. A nerdy teacher is chaperoning a dance and has decided that he should bring a hot date to convince his dream girl that he's a hot commodity. Claire scolds him, but Trevor thinks he's found a kindred spirit. Trevor then suggests that they have more fun group activities and less "self-help talky-talk." I'm all for anything that involves Claire talking less, so let's go with Trevor on this one, shall we? He thinks that the singles group is just for people to scan for potential mates. Claire is horrified at this idea, but the members are all giggling, so she reluctantly agrees and even offers to bring cupcakes. Trevor's taking charge of the planning though.
The next day, Trevor runs into Claire's office, having waited until My Girl has taken a potty break, and asks Claire for a donation for the caterer. It's the simple cost of a plane ticket. Claire says no. But he says that her cupcakes don't go with the theme, which is Mardi Gras. Claire takes a moment to scold My Girl, who has returned from the bathroom, then she's back to looking disparagingly at Trevor. But he persists that he knows a great girl who can make Cajun food, and she's in high demand. Claire gives in when she hears that he knows this person. Ridiculous. My Girl even calls her on it, but Claire thinks this is the key to unlocking his past. Oh, for a smart shrink, she is so dumb.
After the break we see Robin at her restaurant talking to Trevor. At least she's smart enough to think he's a wackadoo and tells him she's already catering Brad Pitt's trip to Mars. He's sending an overnight delivery guy with a ticket anyway. Next thing you know we see her hopping out of a cab in Manhattan. They make clichéd small talk about things you see in New York, and she thinks that Tres Equis is a porn theater. She asks what is wrong with the blue states. That's very timely and topical... if this was on five years ago. He then takes her up to his apartment, which he's turned into a hotel room of sorts, with mints on the pillow. I don't see the string with the beads on it so he must have taken that so as not to arouse other weird questions from Robin. She's already asking Felix if they are planning on turning her into a sex slave, and warns that she's got cooking knives and a rape whistle. Is New York really such a terrifying place? She also complains that it is cold. Trevor asks for jambalaya to go.