Ding-dong! It's Lynette, come to palm three-quarters of her brood off onto Bree. I guess Lynette's totally over her discomfort with Bree paddling her kids?

Zana gazes at that same old wedding portrait of CreePaul and MA. CreePaul creeps up behind him and comments on how good-looking MA was. Zana agrees, but...what about his birth mom? Was she fine? CreePaul gives an evasive answer about having only met the woman once, but he admits that she was "attractive." Zana then steers talk over to his "real dad"; maybe Zana looks like him? CreePaul: "I'm getting real tired of your morbid fascination with two strangers who didn't love you enough to keep you." Nice! Zana: "It's only natural that I'd want to talk about my birth parents." CreePaul agrees that it "may be natural, but it isn't polite." Poor Zana. His natural parents didn't love him and his adoptive dad is just plain mean.

Detective Sullied hands a bed-ridden Noah a stack of grisly photos from Deirdre's murder investigation file. He tells Noah the whole story about how Youngs got rid of Deidre and chopped her up into little pieces and put her in a toy chest: "The wife, Mary Alice, is already dead. But Paul Young's a different matter. If you'd like me to...deal with him, just say the word." And the "eager killer for hire" music swells! Noah lets Sullied hang for a minute -- does Sullied know anything about "MP3 things"? Would they make a good gift for a long lost grandkid? -- but then he drops the hammer: "Do me a favor, will ya? See to it that Paul Young has a toy chest of his very own." Sullied smiles, and the camera pulls back to reveal? Pixie-cut Felicia, with ear 100\% cocked.

Edie is bitching at Karl about what a "pigsty" the house is. Karl yells down from the bedroom that that he'll be down in a minute: "It's almost half-time." Edie huffs, and stacks, and sorts. Karl shouts that he made reservations at "Chez Naomi" for V-day. (Hmmm, now where did we hear about that restaurant before?) Edie: "It's gotta be better than that rathole you took me to on New Year's. And don't even think of getting me carnations again; that crap might have flown for Mayer, but I actually have taste." Just then, Edie goes to put some papers in Karl's briefcase and finds -- you guessed it! -- the ring and the pre-nup! No! Yes. Karl finally comes down, and Edie snaps the briefcase closed and races up to tell him not to bother; she was just joking about the pigsty and his need to help muck it! She smiles the sharkish smile of a woman very pleased to have landed a marrying kind of man.