Birthday dinner is in progress at the Scavo home. Porter has inhaled helium and the whole family is laughing at his voice. Lynette tells Penny it's time for cake, and she got her favorite. Penny: "Chocolate?" Lynette: "I got your second favorite." As if chocolate is hard to remember. Porter whispers to his mom that he has a date and wants to leave now, but she tells him he has to stay, since Preston's in Europe and Parker's at band practice: He represents all siblings. Plus, Lynette feels bad about the forgetting thing, but Porter says he gave her a present this morning, so not to take it out on him that they failed as parents. Lynette sweetly whispers that they used up all their good parenting on him, which is why he's so delightful. Tom videos as Lynette sets the white cake with red frosting down in front of Penny, who looks at it and says, "Who's Polly?" And sure enough, it says, "Happy Birthday, Polly." Tom starts to erase, and Lynette tries to "fix it," which she does by spreading the red icing around so it looks like a mess. Or blood. Even Tom is disgusted with Lynette as she tries to explain to Penny that pregnant women are a little scattered and she and Dad had been talking about baby names. Lynette offers Penny a puppy, but Penny's over it, and leaves. Lynette calls after her to "Come back..." and Porter says, "Penny." Lynette: "I know her name." Right.

Bolens. Angie and Nick find a letter from Danny saying he went camping with Eddie to clear his head about the whole Ana thing, and Angie's freaked out about it. But Nick says "Good for him." He agrees he should have asked, but he thinks going hiking with Eddie is better than alone in his room with a bottle of pills like last time a girl broke his heart. Nick says he's 19 and they have to let him live a normal life at some point, but Angie says he's never going to have a normal life; none of them will. Because, you know, ecoterrorism or whatever is so difficult to recover from that even your presumably innocent children must stay on the lam their whole lives.

At Bree's office, she's threatening to stop doing business with the florist when Joan Holloway's husband, now named Sam Allen, comes in. He's Bree's biggest fan and has been "following" her career. She picks up on the creepy stalker vibe he's giving off (maybe she watches Mad Men, so thinks of him as a creepy rapist type like we all do). He assures her he's just a fan, and says he worked his way through business school by being a sous chef, and then he praises her traditional values. She's flattered, but fully staffed and wouldn't know how to use him. He starts to leave, but then solves her extra floral arrangement problem for her: She should donate them to a hospital and record the loss as a charitable donation. Impressed, she asks him to sit.