Morning. Susan, schlubby in her bathrobe, stumbles out the front door with her trash. She yawns and dumps it into the can. "Hey Susan," Mike calls over the fence. Susan freezes. "Mike!" she says, into the trash can. "What's wrong?" he asks. "I look like shit," she thinks, but just tells him that she didn't realize anyone was outside, and that she just rolled out of bed. "I'm sure you look fine," he says. "Oooooh," Susan moans in a way that clearly expresses, "You haven't seen my face yet." She finally turns, though, and faces him and his dog, Bongo, who promptly barks and growls and goes apeshit. Mike hushes the dog and apologizes, and tells her he'll see her later. "Do you want to have dinner with me?" she bursts out, like she just can't hold it in any longer. "Just the two of us?" he asks. "And…Julie! It's a thing we do when…someone moves into the neighborhood," Susan improvises. "We invite them over for a home-cooked meal. Sort of a tradition." Mike furrows his brow and says that she told him she was a lousy cook. Susan clarifies that she orders take-out. For the meal. And then serves it. In her home. So it's sort of home-served rather than cooked. Mike teases her for claiming to have people over for home cooking when she's ordering in, but agrees to the meal. "How about I cook? And you guys come over to my place?" he offers. Susan is thrilled. She giggles and agrees and turns to go inside. "Bye, Bongo," she tells the dog. Bongo barks aggressively.
Susan goes running inside the house calling for her daughter. "Julie! Mike Delfino just invited us to dinner Friday night," she squeals. Julie is pleased about this…at least until she's told she has to come down with something serious and contagious, but not life-threatening, and that she can't actually come to the dinner.
MAVO informs us that Julie was thrilled her mother was rekindling her love life, but was unaware of her mother's recent history with fire. Cut to Edie's burned-out mess of a house, where Susan's rival and Wisteria Lane's Local Nosy Neighbor -- who, I'm sorry, is always going to be Mrs. Kravitz to me, no matter what her character is actually named -- are going through Edie's burned out mess of a life. Edie complains that, you know, she's lost everything blah blah blah. Mrs. Kravitz announces that she's already started a clothing drive for Edie. "I don't want to wear other people's old crap," Edie spits. "Edie, you can be homeless or you can be ungracious. You really can't afford to be both," Mrs. Kravitz tells her. Heh. Edie just sighs and wonders where her insurance check is. "Can I stay with you for a few more weeks?" she asks, and Mrs. Kravitz says that of course she can. "What kind of Christian would I be to refuse shelter to a friend in need? Oh, look, here's something we can salvage! Your measuring cup," she says, picking Susan's Pyrex measuring cup out of the wreckage. Edie sniffs that it's not her cup. "Mine was plastic," she explains. The Tinkly Mystery Music cranks up in the background. "Well, how did it get in here?" Mrs. Kravitz wonders. "I don't know. Who cares?" Edie whines. "Would you put that down and start looking for jewelry?" Edie snaps. But Mrs. Kravitz just looks all the more thoughtful.