George and KimberBree go out to...a deserted farm house? An open field? I don't know. They're going for target practice. KimberBree sets up bottles for said practice, and George gets all excited because he's never fired a gun before. KimberBree tells him, "You always remember your first time. I hope I brought enough bullets!" George hesitates, and finally says that he can't tell her what these last few days have meant to him. What with all the getting out of the house and the trying new things. "We sure have had some fun!" KimberBree agrees perkily. George tells her that it's more than that: "I'm starting to forget what it feels like to be lonely." Stalker alert! Stalker alert! This is going to end in tears. Probably George's. "Oh, that's sweet. Come on, let's go shoot something!" KimberBree tells him. So, she gives him some basic safety instructions, and explains how to shoot the gun. She demonstrates on him, putting her arms around him to adjust his hands. "What's that perfume you're wearing?" he asks. She tells him that she isn't wearing any at all. George wonders if she's sure: "Because you smell amazing." KimberBree thinks. "Oh! I was making macaroons before I left the house," she tells him. And they head back to the instructions. There's all this blah blah about holding the gun like "a little white dove," firmly enough that it doesn't fly away but not so firmly that you kill it and have all that bad karma following you around. But George is so not thinking about the gun. Unless you mean the gun in his pants. I'm sorry. That was terrible. Anyway, KimberBree says, "All you have to do is take a deep breath, and squeeze the trigger." As she says this -- and he does it -- he also turns to kiss her. She squeals -- because of how he's trying to kiss her and shoot a gun at the same time -- and he falls to the ground screaming and holding his foot. We should set him up with Susan.