Over tea and cookies, Bree is trying to finesse Sylvia's story out of her. "Oh, [Katherine's] just mad 'cause her husband's in love with me," Sylvia states. What a waste of finesse. She says that she was one of Adam's patients in Chicago, and that there was undeniable passion between them the moment they met. Picking the crust off her cookie in an early sign of crazy, Sylvia asks if Bree believes they're happy. "They seem...content," Bree says. "Well, they're not," Sylvia snits, throwing her cookie on the floor in a more advanced sign of crazy. She calls Bree stupid, and claims to have licked the snake tattoo on Adam's shoulder. Bree's like, okay, we're done now, but Sylvia has taken offense that someone else doesn't believe her, and she runs and locks herself in the bathroom that Bree has set up as their storm shelter. And she won't come out until Bree asks Adam what's what.
Orson is in the middle of a procedure with a patient when Susan stomps in and demands, "Why the hell would you give Mike drugs?" It looks like she's not going to let Orson off the hook and is going to make him discuss this in front of his drooling patient, but Orson does manage to get her to leave, as she issues dark threats about what will happen if Orson ever prescribes so much as a breath mint. Uh, go, Susan, sort of.
A young neighborhood entrepreneur named Jeremy is going door-to-door, trying to charge twenty bucks for bottled water. Edie tries to send him over to hit up Gabby, and that's how Edie finds out that the Solises are leaving. "They probably didn't want a big emotional scene," Edie says. "Too bad."