Joey walks past Liberty Hell's open kitchen en route to the bathroom. And, why, who's that in the kitchen, chopping stuff? Could it be -- Pacey? What an amazing coincidence! Of all the restaurants in all the world, she had to walk into his. He doesn't see her staring at him, looking blank.

Apres bathroom break, Joey drags Jen off to a bench somewhere in the middle of the restaurant -- abandoning poor Audrey with the bill, I guess -- and gives her the big news. Jen, obviously, isn't particularly surprised, telling the flabbergasted Joey that Pacey's been in Boston "about three and a half weeks." Joey's shocked that Jen knew Pacey was in town. Jen hastens to point out that she had no idea that Pacey was the new prep cook at Liberty Hell, or she never would have suggested they eat there. "I should go," Joey says, looking like she'd rather chew off her left arm and roast it over a bare light bulb than finish her meal at the restaurant. Jen puts her hand on Joey's arm and asks her if she wants to see Pacey; Joey sputters that of course she does, but he "obviously" doesn't want to see her, or he wouldn't have made such a big deal about swearing Jen to secrecy. She trudges off, as Jen sits awkwardly on the bench and looks thoughtful.

Grams's Brand Spanking New Palace For Wayward Girls, Gay Guys Played By Exceedingly Straight Actors And, We Hope Temporarily, Dawson. The Big Giant Head slouches into the living room, and thanks Grams for letting him crash on her sofa. Color me surprised that that big old house doesn't have a posh guest room with a little white painted writing table where Dawson can sit late at night, after Grams and Jen and Jack have gone to bed, and stare out over the Charles River and write poems about his anguish until dawn. Grams starts making up the couch, and tells him that "having an expatriate sleeping on the sofa makes it feel like Paris in the twenties around here." Dawson just sighs. Grams hands him a baggie of Rice Krispies Treats for his bus ride back to Capeside, and tells him that staying in Boston is an awfully big decision. Dawson admits that he's very nervous about telling his parents. "The truth will set you free," Grams tells him. "The truth will tick them off," Dawson tells her. "If Moses can face Pharaoh," Grams says, handing him a pillow, "you can face your parents." Dawson makes a face like he's not so sure about that.