The yacht club. Pacey wanders up the docks, asking a couple on a sailboat to turn down their loud, irritating music. The dude? Is Chef Danny. "God! It is so good to see you!" Chef Danny yelps. The girl shakes her ass below decks to shower and leaves the men to their vaguely homoerotic reunion. "Homoerotic Reunion," by the way, is the name of my fourth album. Pacey comments that Chef Danny's chippie doesn't look anything like Mrs. Chef Danny. Chef Danny shrugs that the wife "dumped [his] ass." Pacey raises his brows. "Okay, I can only ignore this outfit for so long. What gives?" Chef Danny finally asks, leaping off the boat and getting right into Pacey's face. "Is there something you want to say to me? You're giving me the disillusioned protégé look. I hate it!" I think he's might be on drugs. Seriously. Like, cocaine or something. He's talking really, really fast and fidgeting a whole hell of a lot, and basically acting just like my old boss (who was, in fact, a coke fiend) used to act. "Hey, if the shoe fits," Pacey shrugs. And this is when Chef Danny tells Pacey that they're "cut from the same cloth" and they're both total chronic screw-ups and that's why the restaurant business is perfect for them, because they never have to actually grow up. In other words: Pacey, the father figure in your life thinks you are a failure! Again! It's just like this entire year didn't even happen. "See, I look at you and I see myself fifteen years ago. You've got a great future ahead of you," Chef Danny says, and I think he's being sort of bitter and sarcastic, but it's hard to look past the fact that he mostly just looks like he wants to grab Pacey's ass. Pacey looks perturbed. Chef Danny's chippie calls to him from below deck. "Duty calls," Chef Danny smirks, and heads back on board, but not before wrapping Pacey in a long, overly cozy hug. "Looks like I'll be seeing you around," he says. Pacey seems less than thrilled as he puts his hat back on and trudges back down the dock.