Meanwhile, Bree and her wedding ring are eating a fancy, tie-worthy meal with George. "Mmm. Oh, George. You have got to taste this." She hands him a laden fork. "It's a little messy," she warns. "Mm, I can't wait!" he gushes. George looks supremely happy in this scene. Bree is wearing a pearl choker and an oddly ill-fitting pink dress that gapes in all the wrong places. George says something about the fantastic fennel accent found in whatever messy thing he's just eaten. "Anything that good has GOT to be sinful!" Bree enthuses. George comments on how much fun this is, the two of them, opening themselves up to new tastes and experiences. Too bad you're really a very creepy voyeur, George, because you actually seem kind of companionable in this scene. Bree: "Rex just hates these cooks' tours. He likes to stay at home with the same old plate of spaghetti and mug of root beer." Titter. George thinks this marinara sauce is the best he's ever had. Bree herself has actually had a better marinara sauce, once, in glorious, sun-dappled Italy. The way she says "Italy" here is very weird; she really has to struggle to get the word out and her eyes actually close with the strain of it. "Rex and I took a vacation there, right before the kids were born. Oh, we had so much fun in those first few years. Guess it was just easier to be happy back then." Bree catches herself and adds, "I don't know why I just said that. No more wine for me!" Titter! Titter! And a pointed close-up on her fiddling with her wedding ring. "Maybe we should go to Italy," George spontaneitizes. "What?" Bree gasps. George: "Wouldn’t that be a hoot? Going to all those museums and trattorias. We could just make pigs of ourselves!" Bree: "I can't go on a trip with you. I'm married, people would talk." Bree loads up her fork again and plugs George's bad-idea hole full of clam. As she leans over to feed him, Bree spots Edie sitting at a table across the room. (Surely Edie isn't eating alone? But the way the table is situated it's impossible to see whom she's with.) Bree gives Edie a friendly little wave, and Edie waves back with a raised eyebrow. "Mmm," George says, "you are absolutely right. If it's that good, it's just got to be sinful." Yes, Bree's clams are most definitely sinful. The smile melts off Bree's face as she puts two and two together: George's comment about sin plus Edie's knowing smirk equals my god is she cheating on Rex?